Who is this phantom inside this skin?
The kindred stranger in this mannequin,
Do I live today?
I can't say.

What's my line?
What's my number?
Is there a grand design or just a blunder?
There's a cloud that I'm under,
And that's why I'm trying to find what's my line.

A thousands hallways with a thousand doors,
And someone calls me through the rising roar,
I just can't let go,
I've got to know.

What's my line?
What's my number?
Is there a grand design or just a blunder?
There's a cloud that I'm under,
And that's why I'm trying to find what's my line,
What's my line?
What's my line?

Do I live today?
I can't say.

What's my line?
What's my number?
Is there a grand design or just a blunder?
There's a cloud that I'm under and it's with me all the time,
What's my line?
What's my number?
Is there a grand design or just a blunder?
There is a cloud that I'm under,
And that's why I'm trying to find what's my line,
What's my line?
What's my line?
What's my line?