Fine Lines - Azusa

I’m tracing the lines on your lower arm

Violent constellations, cosmic collisions

Faded stars on this map failed to guide you

No compass in this world could’ve saved you

You walk a fine line, drawing a riverbed

Whoever tries to cross it never returns the same

Never forgets your name

In every crowd, they see your face

Finding the needle in the hay

You’re tracing my crimes on a moonless night

I lay down my guns when you cross my path

You walk a fine line, drawing a riverbed

Whoever tries to cross it never returns the same

Never forgets your name

In every crowd, they see your face

Finding the needle in the hay