The Border کے بول

Some love their straight-jackets But I'm partial to my sleeves Drawn among the ones who trade Good judgement for a peek The border is vanishing at the corners I must be getting warmer I approach the door and it moves farther from me I was told of the danger But I can hear liberation Coming off the hall, it only quickens my feet Who's that frowning figure I see waiting in the wings? I lose concentration when his gaze falls onto me The border is vanishing at the corners I must be getting warmer I approach the door and it moves farther from me I was told of the danger But I can hear liberation Coming off the hall, it only quickens my feet