Feels like the house falling apart,
cracks are spreading on the floor.
Sometimes it feels like
everything will just dissolve.
As you're placing the last piece,
a small tremor breaks out.
The mouth can form nothing but words,
the hand can crush a skull in it,
but it won't change this feeling
and it can't be worse than losing this now.
The threads keep unraveling,
the ones we tie to one,
the ones we tear apart.
Oh, sometimes we mess it up.
Small thread in the spider's web,
where a tiny thread
can break without a sound
in a world of constant noise.
Unwinding the thread of our time,
tangled yet the more you try.
A puzzle with no right way
to be solved in the end.
We keep cutting out the knots,
then tying back with one
two half hearts sewn into one.
With the thread we've unraveled,
just trying the best to adapt,
just trying the best not to
run out of thread too soon.
The threads keep unraveling,
the ones we tie to one,
the ones we tear apart.
Oh, sometimes we mess it up.
Small thread in the spider's web,
where a tiny thread
can break without a sound
in a world of constant noise.