Drawing Lines

I'm drawing lines from your home to mine
Making up for lost time
Cause there's not that much difference
The end will come, everyone [?], pageantry, and parade
Stripped of all its significance

[Humming]

Your brothers eyes, [?] Indie skies
As she [?], trying to live just beside you
When someone finally tells you when
Your final home will lie
You step out, look around, and see if true love's still inside you

[Gospel Singing]

I'm not singing much, you don't already know
I just hope I'm giving voids to a song that's worth singing
Melody and harmony can electrify your soul
Give you all that you need
When the judgement bells are ringing

[Humming]

I'm drawing lines from your home to mine
Making up for lost time
Cause there's not that much difference