The Line

I look at the sky to where my futures lying

And I almost start to cry

Blinded by the sun I'm trying to hold onto

The very last of precious time

Then I start to thinking what a mess were making

And it won't get better by & by

Well we can paint it up and make it pretty but

We cannot overstep the line

We cannot overstep

We cannot overstep the

We cannot overstep the line

So many babys arms with nothing to hold onto

But just a precious flake of life

You think you care about them

They think you care about them

But thinkings only wasting time

If we really want to say the things we want to

It takes a bigger man to try

Well we can paint it up and make it pretty but

We cannot overstep the line

Well politicians sit and pretend they give a sh*t while

Little men go out to die

The only arms theyre hugging are the ones theyre running

Later to be justified

I say I don't mind

You say you don't mind

But what about the babies and what about the sunshine

Well we can paint it up and make it pretty but

We cannot overstep the line

Say I don't mind

You say you don't mind

But what about the babies and what about the sunshine

Well we can point it up and make it pretty but

We cannot overstep the line