Toe the Line - The Narrative

You make sure you sure look fine

I’ll come home and toe the line

I know men are made of dreams

Sometimes dreams are all they see

Paint it black and paint it white

Paint it 'til you feel alright

I see color, I see red

I see space between our bed

And we’ve got a long road

But we’ve got a burning coal

Sometimes it feels too hot to hold

I hope it never goes

I hope it never goes cold

Able tongues they come and go

Sneak right by the radio

If I wake up past my prime

Will I feel it every night?

Paint it black and paint it white

Pull the blinds and meet the light

I see heaven up above

But I see you and I see love

And we’ve got a long road

But we’ve got a burning coal

Sometimes it feels too hot to hold

I hope it never goes

I hope it never goes cold

If I gave my heart to you

Would it be a lot to lose?

Even in the light of day

I know nothing gold can stay

Even in the light of day

I know nothing gold can stay

And we’ve got a long road

But we’ve got a burning coal

Sometimes it feels too hot to hold

I hope it never goes

I hope it never goes cold