Psalms – Eagulls – letras

Is our future gray as the slabs on our drivesAre fortune and fate hidden between our thin linesBeen finding a place on this earthBehind the tasteless old metal blindsThe hand me downs, lack of workFeeling enslaved to some dotted lineWe’re tongue tiedTangled enraged, the sign of the timesAnd our palmsJust read like a page from a novel gone wrongThey’re spinning a yarnThe lines on our palmsPlease tell me they’re wrongThey’ll only cause harmThe lines on our palmsThey’re spinning a yarnAnd twisting my armThe lines on our palmsPalmsWe’re tongue tangled andEnraged, dotted linesThe signs of the timesJust read like a page from a novel gone wrongThey’re spinning a yarnAnd twisting my armThe lines on our palmsPlease tell me they’re wrongThey’ll only cause harmThe lines on our palmsThey’re spinning a yarnAnd twisting my armThe lines on our palmsBefore you were goneBut nothing is set in stoneThere’s no one to pay if it’s luckTime but nothing moreSigns, the lines on our palmsIf our future’s gray as the slabs on our drivesBy now you’d sayWe shouldn’t read the lines on our palms