The Line

I’ve been drawing a line,
I’ve been drawing a thick, wavy line.
I’ve been drawing a long line, as a symbol for my life.

I’ve been drawing it while,
Conceilling a smile I always thought it was mine,
But it was yours all the time.
It was yours all the time.

Have you been sleeping?
You’ve always been there, just right in front of me.
But all of a sudden, we’re looking at each other so differently.

Have I been sleeping?
Don’t wanna waste another day.
Let’s take it from here, let’s run away.

I’ve been drawing a line,
Fit into the first one, like a rhyme.
And this particular line it was yours, right next to mine,
It was yours, right next to mine.
It was yours, right next to mine, right next to mine.