Black Thread

The problem
With letting go
No one to tell you
How low is low
The problem
With holding on
No way to know
When you're really gone

And it's stitched into your heart
And it's wrapped around your head

Cut the black thread
Cut the black thread
Cut the black thread
Cut the black thread
Cut the black thread
Cut the black thread

And it's wound
And wound around
It's a cocoon
It's a wall of sound
It's a rope and it's a chain
It's a sling, it's a stain

And it's stitched into your heart
And it's wrapped around your head
So

Cut the black thread
Cut the black thread
Cut the black thread
Cut the black thread
Cut the black thread
Cut the black thread
Cut the black thread
Cut the black thread