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Draw the Line
- Draw the Line -
Where do we draw the line?
When red is more like blood…
And roses are watered with fire.
How can we turn back, time?
If we do we’ll unleash the flood!
We’ll build our own funeral pyre.
Where do we draw the line?
My lips around your hard soul,
Sucking in with panting breath…
It’s too late to turn back, time!
We’re past the point of all control.
That’s why love is the little death.
Draw the line…
You’ll have to lose your mind!
Keep touching and you’ll go blind,
Touching the flame.
Draw the line…
Your soul is mine to bind.
And you can’t draw the line!
No one’s to blame.
Where do we draw the line?
When my hair is wild as can be…
And my lips are moist just for you.
Don’t try to turn back, time!
Let me take you beyond ecstasy.
The line’s too broken for any glue.
Where do we draw the line?
Thrusting rough into the abyss,
My bosom’s heaving, so wild…
It’s too late to turn back, time!
I’m going down with just one kiss.
That’s why love can’t be mild.
Draw the line…
You’ll have to lose your mind!
Keep touching and you’ll go blind,
Touching the flame.
Draw the line…
Your soul is mine to bind.
And you can’t draw the line!
No one’s to blame.
Where do we draw the line?
When the smoke is rising higher…
And the mist makes my eyes sting.
How can we turn back, time?
Don’t try, just dance until we expire!
Embrace the chaos that I bring.
Where do we draw the line?
Flesh on flesh, spirits touching,
Until I think I might just explode…
It’s too late to turn back, time!
Just pray that nobody’s watching.
That’s why love can overload.
Draw the line…
You’ll have to lose your mind!
Keep touching and you’ll go blind,
Touching the flame.
Draw the line…
Your soul is mine to bind.
And you can’t draw the line!
No one’s to blame.
Where do we draw the line?
When red is more like blood…
And roses are watered with fire.
How can we turn back, time?
If we do we’ll unleash the flood!
We’ll build our own funeral pyre.
Where do we draw the line?
My lips around your hard soul,
Sucking in with panting breath…
It’s too late to turn back, time!
We’re past the point of all control.
That’s why love is the little death.
Draw the line…
You’ll have to lose your mind!
Keep touching and you’ll go blind,
Touching the flame.
Draw the line…
Your soul is mine to bind.
And you can’t draw the line!
No one’s to blame.
Where do we draw the line?
When my hair is wild as can be…
And my lips are moist just for you.
Don’t try to turn back, time!
Let me take you beyond ecstasy.
The line’s too broken for any glue.
Where do we draw the line?
Thrusting rough into the abyss,
My bosom’s heaving, so wild…
It’s too late to turn back, time!
I’m going down with just one kiss.
That’s why love can’t be mild.
Draw the line…
You’ll have to lose your mind!
Keep touching and you’ll go blind,
Touching the flame.
Draw the line…
Your soul is mine to bind.
And you can’t draw the line!
No one’s to blame.
Where do we draw the line?
When the smoke is rising higher…
And the mist makes my eyes sting.
How can we turn back, time?
Don’t try, just dance until we expire!
Embrace the chaos that I bring.
Where do we draw the line?
Flesh on flesh, spirits touching,
Until I think I might just explode…
It’s too late to turn back, time!
Just pray that nobody’s watching.
That’s why love can overload.
Draw the line…
You’ll have to lose your mind!
Keep touching and you’ll go blind,
Touching the flame.
Draw the line…
Your soul is mine to bind.
And you can’t draw the line!
No one’s to blame.
Published 21st Jan 2013
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21st Jan 2013 10:57pm
Nothing exceeds like excess and nothing tempts like temptation.
So something to feed and express and then... extend invitation...
But without end raise the heat while de-escalating.
I praise your feat as your work moves my feet towards animation.
A discipline in your vision. To keep the rhythm so tight. Words are more than a paintbrush.
For you they re-work like a surgical knife. No hurry, everything that divides is replaced, with grace so precise.
A fine dance Ms. Indigo! Thank you for this!
So something to feed and express and then... extend invitation...
But without end raise the heat while de-escalating.
I praise your feat as your work moves my feet towards animation.
A discipline in your vision. To keep the rhythm so tight. Words are more than a paintbrush.
For you they re-work like a surgical knife. No hurry, everything that divides is replaced, with grace so precise.
A fine dance Ms. Indigo! Thank you for this!
21st Jan 2013 11:13pm
Glad you loved my song, Loki! It has a sublime rhythm to it, I must say, and a very catchy flow to it for sure. ;)
