Lyrics
In the back of any mind there's a final line
You would cross at any time feeling justified
I took the fact that you would run for the final line as a final sign
On the back of any peace you would find the least in the fine line
So what do I do now? Time for curtain call
Where do I retreat? When do I decide to fall?
In the modern heart hides a sky
So what do I do now to try and fly?
Who darkens the night
So all the lovers can dream
In a fortress sitting by the light
Harbored pride might lead the greed
On the back of any peace you would find the least in the fine line
So what do I do now? Time for curtain call
Where do I retreat? When do I decide to fall?
In the modern heart hides a sky
So what do I do now?
And what are you without finding who's at fault?
Where do I compete? Where do I begin at all?
In the modern heart I denied
So what do I do now to try and fly?
