Porcupine Tree - Drawing the Line

Текст песни Porcupine Tree - Drawing the Line

Camphor crossed with lace, it is the witching hour
 Cinematic but crude
 Teasing all my feelings out, you move away
 It seems so natural to you

 Still siren, climbing up the victory tower
 Like there's something left to prove
 I trap the beads of sweat that run between my eyes
 And free the fever to move

 I'm drawing the line, I'm drawing the line
 I'm drawing the line, I draw the line
 And I have my pride
 I'm taking control, I'm taking control
 I'm taking control, I'm taking control
 And I save my soul
 I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
 I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
 And I have no doubt

 Dreamt the sound of scissors, cutting stitches out
 Then discarding the used
 Recording all my problems onto memory cards
 Your compassion unmoved

 Onto others what they always do to you
 The most twisted of your rules
 Distill malaise and photograph the hole it leaves
 Running out a copy for you

 I'm drawing the line, I'm drawing the line
 I'm drawing the line, I draw the line
 And I have my pride
 I'm taking control, I'm taking control
 I'm taking control, I'm taking control
 And I save my soul
 I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
 I'm shutting you out, I'm shutting you out
 And I have no doubt