Lines

Smoke is catching me
Yellow lights in front of me
It's almost time to leave
And I listen to the way you speak

And I wonder
Do you feel the need to be
Part of a phony stream
I guess that's how you should be
Well at least it's not me

I strain my eyes
Peering into the gloom
I step over the lines they made for you
I strain my eyes
Peering into the gloom
I step over the lines they made for you

Light up another cigarette
I guess this is all above your head
You're a stranger to yourself and you're losing track
A lonley soul searching while your mind is wrecked

And I wonder
Do you feel the need to be
Part of a phony stream
I guess that's how you should be
Well at least it's not me

I strain my eyes
Peering into the gloom
I step over the lines they made for you
I strain my eyes
Peering into the gloom
I step over the lines they made for you

Stuck in our minds
Step over lines
We're stuck in our minds

I strain my eyes
Peering into the gloom
I step over the lines they made for you
I strain my eyes
Peering into the gloom
I step over the lines they made for you