Hanging On a Thread -

I’m hanging on a thread out in who knows where,

talking up the reasons why you’re not there.

Out in open water, under the stars,

I’ve been swimming for weeks but I don’t know how.

Tell it anyway you like it, can’t see black from the white,

And tugging on my heartstrings won’t make that right.

Crawling over ground I walked before,

hand over hand I’m moving until my fingers are raw

Crushed under mountains to high to climb,

I’ll keep digging away until I find that light.

Tell it anyway you like it, can’t see black from the white,

And tugging on my heartstrings won’t make that right.

Wont make that right, won’t make that right, won’t make that right.

Won’t make that, won’t make that, won’t make that, won’t make that,

won’t make that, won’t make that right.

Spinning in the wind, tracing circles in the sky,

I keep spinning around and I don’t know why,

So I’m hanging on this thread out in who knows where,

given up on the reasons why you’re not there.

Tell it anyway you like it, can’t see black from the white,

And tugging on my heartstrings won’t make that right.

Tell it anyway you like it, can’t see black from the white,

And tugging on my heartstrings won’t make that right.