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