David Gray

Well, we had to pull on something,
So we're grabbing at the threads.
And now the world's unravelin'
Inside our very heads.
Glasses smeared with lipstick,
Hungry eyes out in the street.
Same old bodies moving
To the same old beat.
Had to draw the line.
Had to draw the line.
All this talk of hypnotizing,
We can ill afford.
To give ourselves to sentiment,
When our time is oh so short.
Names beneath the lichen
On these cemetery stones.
There are carnivals of silver fish
Waiting to dance upon our bones.
Had to draw the line.
Help me draw the line,
Help me draw the line,
Help me draw the line.
I've been doubting yours, baby,
I've been doubting mine.
I've been out of circulation,
Where the sun don't shine.
I've been doubting fame and wealth,
Charity, even love itself.