Poets of the Fall – Where Do We Draw The Line (Guitar)

Any questions? E-mail me at [email protected] -Aleksander Birkeland If you do not own a capo than play "C#m, A, B and G#7". Am F G E7 x2

Am              F       G       E7
On your palm an endless wonder

Am                   F               G      E7
Lines that speak the truth without a sound

Am            F                 G    E7
In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger

  Am              F           G     E7
Already looks for prey to run down

Am              F               G     E7
   So why do we keep up this charade

Am               F              G                      E7
   And how do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait

What does tomorrow want from me What does it matter what I see If it can't be my design Tell me where do we draw the line The dance of flames and shadows in the street Make poetry nobody's ever heard The weight of loneliness stands on your feet The cage already there around the bird So why don't we join the masquerade Before it falls apart, before our love becomes insatiate What does tomorrow want from me What does it matter what I see If I can't choose my own design Tell me where do we draw the line What does tomorrow want from me What does it matter what I see If we all walk behind the blind Tell me where do we draw the line Where's the cooling wind Where's the evergreen field Where's my mother's open arms Where's my father lionheart S'like the sun's gone down Sleeps in the hallowed ground now With the autumn's brown leaves With the one who never grieves

Am              F               G     E7
   So why do we keep up this charade

Am               F              G                      E7
   And how do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait

What does tomorrow want from me What does it matter what I see If it can't be my design Tell me where do we draw the line Whatever tomorrow wants from me At least I'm here, at least I'm free Free to choose to see the signs This is my line