The Dotted Line lyrics
by David Gray
Trying to square the circle of my creed
Spread a little around for chicken feed
And every (any) little thing I need baby, oh
Everything that rises, all that flows
And every which way that it goes
It's tick, tock, the raindrop, and I wait for you
Like green eyes or cream pies. I won't yield
I'm tick, tock, those green locks
I can't go through
Like green eyes or cream pies
I won't yield
I won't yield
Oh, the dotted line
Oh, the dotted line
Oh, the dotted line
I won't yield