Текст песни Lisa Stansfield - The Line
Lisa Stansfield - The Line слова песни
I look at the sky to where my futures lyingAnd I almost start to cryBlinded by the sun Im trying to hold ontoThe very last of precious timeThen I start to thinking what a mess were makingAnd it wont get better by & byWell we can paint it up and make it pretty butWe cannot overstep the lineChorus:We cannot overstepWe cannot overstep theWe cannot overstep the lineSo many babys arms with nothing to hold ontoBut just a precious flake of lifeYou think you care about themThey think you care about themBut thinkings only wasting timeIf we really want to say the things we want toIt takes a bigger man to tryWell we can paint it up and make it pretty butWe cannot overstep the line(chorus)Well politicians sit and pretend they give a shit whileLittle men go out to dieThe only arms theyre hugging are the ones theyre runningLater to be justifiedI say I dont mindYou say you dont mindBut what about the babies and what about the sunshineWell we can paint it up and make it pretty butWe cannot overstep the line(chorus)Say I dont mindYou say you dont mindBut what about the babies and what about the sunshineWell we can point it up and make it pretty butWe cannot overstep the line(chorus)