Lyrics:
I don't know what I want
I don't know what I need
I don't know what I think
I don't know what I keep
Time and circumstance
Drawing a line in the sand
everyone says I could be someday"
You tell me there's a line you're drawing in the sand
I'm holding back because I've got no place to stand
I know you're out
I'm just matching energy
Drawing a line in the sand
I'm not extending a hand
To someone
That I've never known
The silence is deafening
I'm just matching
Drawing lines upon the sand
On the land, on the sea
Then dying to defend them
Seems quite meaningless to me
But don't you know what means
The earth
vertical on the wall
Why you writing like you're still in school, girl?
busy drawing the line
You got the skills so why you act the fool, girl?
wishing well
You won't count to seven it's usually 'til ten.
To hell with Sydney girls you're much better than them.
On my mattress I've been drawing a line
Drawing a line
A ship in a harbor
Yes I will go
I'll be going there soon
A blue map of Cornwall
Up on a bedroom wall
Drawing a line
I'll be
Da Line
Call me Basquiat Drawing the 9
Got my Ancestors on my shrine
When trouble arise
I call on them they make sure that I'm fine
You may think that
And I think that I'm a little shy
Meet me outside above ground
I see you on your way
I'll be with you someday, someday
Drawing lines above my head
The battlefield in my car
Next to me, miles apart
I can't remember how to start
I wanna go back, yeah, I wanna go back, yeah
Enemies drawing lines
passing by
We are drawing the line
Ain't no changing who we are
Enslaved to abide
We're as close as we are far
We keep crossing the line
Forever bound
tied
(You're connected to me
Do you feel anything?)
Cables magnify
Distance in our life
Drawing out the lines
Separate from the time
We were together
Father I see that you are drawing a line in the sand
And I want to be standing on your side, holding your hand
So let your kingdom come, let it live
I don't believe in saying "I'm never coming home"
But I'm drawing the line
And say whatever you like
But I'm leaving
I'm letting go of all I've
I don't believe in saying "I'm never coming home"
But I'm drawing the line
And say whatever you like
But I'm leaving
I'm letting go of all I've
Hatred, sympathy, apathy
Its all right there to choose from
Where you gonna start
Drawing the lines up
Where you gonna start
Fucking it all up
Maria went?
Maria, Maria, Maria
Where did you go?
Be careful what you're offering
Your breath lacks the conviction
Drawing the line in the dirt
Maria went?
Maria, Maria, Maria
Where did you go?
Be careful what you're offering
Your breath lacks the conviction
Drawing the line in the dirt
the slaughter of our native land
No more telling lies, drawing lines in the sand
Maybe we didn't know but surely now it's underhand
No more crocodile tears,
You got a sweet spot calling
But my line's busy drawing up
A map for a treasure
No coat to hang up
I'll keep my head up
Under the dead beat sun
No need
putting a line on these bitches, drawing a line on the sand.
Manners going to matter
In the end.
How you goint act around me.
Tell my demons give up they
to an armchair
Down in the basement
Shaving the head
And drawing pattern lines
Right over the skin
Where to make the cut
Opening the skull
Exposing his
this line for the very last time
We are screaming our lungs out
We're drawing this line for the very last time
We have to change, we start to react
We
kept my scars as alibies
I'm drawing the line, page by page
I'm giving it time for reason to engage
And up in the clouds floating billboards remind:
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