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...

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...