Fine Lines Songtext
von Azusa

I′m tracing the lines on your lower arm
Violent constellations, cosmic collisions
Faded stars on this map failed to guide you
No compass in this world could've saved you


You walk a fine line, drawing a riverbed
Whoever tries to cross it never returns the same
Never forgets your name
In every crowd, they see your face
Finding the needle in the hay

You′re tracing my crimes on a moonless night
I lay down my guns when you cross my path

You walk a fine line, drawing a riverbed
Whoever tries to cross it never returns the same
Never forgets your name
In every crowd, they see your face
Finding the needle in the hay