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