Could you draw a line?
Could you spread it across the sky?
Could you separate the day from night?
Could you draw a line?
I am weak, speak to me
Speak to me, speak to me
And you know that I'll be listening
If there's secrets that you can tell me, tell me
And you know that I'll be listening
For awhile...
Would you give a sign?
Would you make my thoughts be benign?
Now I'm begging for some piece of mind
But the choice is mine
I'll paint my lies with wings
I'll paint a road to return
