Paroles de Fine Lines

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