Minute Songs: Threads
April 9, 2009
and I get the mail
tiptoe to the door
fistful of threads
to me from you
tie them here
tie them here
no
get the knife
its too dear
and our ships will never sail
the anchor knows too well
burn the letters to the ground
forget what I found
forget what I found
if you call there's no one home
know I'd rather be alone
than be tied to the mast
of this ship sinking
in the harbor
you know I won't pick up the phone
I'll tie my hands
I'll tie my hands
tie my hands
get the knife
you' re too dear
cut the ties
you made here
cut the threads
tiptoe
back
to the bed
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