Holding our balance on a lifeline Trying not to slip over the edge Are you the eye of the needle? Am I the knot on the thread?
In search of steady reception The signals starting to sway Sometimes I think of the future Sometimes I wish you away
And I am in constant denial Maybe that’s make believe Sometimes it’s hard to understand what I am supposed to feel
I keep on mixing up signals I keep on worrying still
That there are threads in the fabric As there are moths around the light That there is this stain on our patchwork That makes our signals collide And as the light starts to fade The butterflies they go away I used to keep them in my stomach I thought they’d never escape
Navigating between wires Trying to keep things at bay And I would pluck every last string If you’d just let me have my way
I would dust of all our memories Rip open all of our old drawers I know our flame somehow escaped us I know that somehow it got lost
Once a mountain, now a cane We lost our posture, lost our way But we’re still limping on this road But we don’t know where it goes
Tiny movements, twisted wills and Constant slithering thoughts Holding our balance on a snake tongue The tip will tear us apart Holding our balance on a lifeline
So if you’re a needle And I am nothing but a thread Could we not stitch our lives together And wash the dirt stains off our cloth? Catch the moths in our hoop-net And try to keep love in our heads Bring back what once was so alive Look back, undo, restart, rewind I just wish it never had come to this