Love Lines

[Verse 1]

Can somebody come find the love lines on my palm?

Can they bend my ten fingers, then drag me along?

Can somebody unearth what I can't promise is there?

Is it me who has to search? Always me who has to bear?

[Chorus]

I open up my chest every time somebody asks me

In the morning, on a mountain, in a basement or a taxi

I open up my chest for some translation, for a peek in

But that language is long dead, and I fear no one's left to speak it

That language is long dead, and I fear no onе's left to speak it

[Verse 2]

I'd rather bе a muse than completely overcome

And I make you dance for me so you'll never think to run

It's my fault I get bored before you're close to done

Though you're walking out the door, we both know I'm the guilty one

[Chorus]

I open up my chest every time somebody asks me

In the morning, on a mountain, in a basement or a taxi

I open up my chest for some translation, for a peek in

But that language is long dead, and I fear no one's left to speak it

That language is long dead, and I fear no one's left to speak it

[Post-Chorus]

Da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da

[Bridge]

So I waste what isn't mine

And I mourn what never was

And I tell myself I'm waiting

For the right reason to come

I waste what little time

We're given 'til it's gone

And I pencil-draw the lines

On my wide and waiting palm

[Chorus]

I open up my chest every time somebody asks me

In the morning, on a mountain, in a basement or a taxi

I open up my chest for some translation, for a peek in

But that language is long dead, and I fear no one's left

I open up my chest every time somebody asks me

In the morning, on a mountain, in a basement or a taxi

I open up my chest for some translation, for a peek in

But that language is long dead, and I fear no one's left to speak it

That language is long dead, and I fear no one's left