Vārdi: Unni Wilhelmsen. The Thread.

I've got seams in the back of my heart
the thread that I use when I mend
is never far away
I need it to keep me from falling apart
it breaks up a bit each and every day

Sometimes I don't feel, 'cause the needle is thin
And then just to bleed out my soul for the world to soak it in
then comes the thread, oh so soothing an fine
to brush out the edges and ease out my mind

there is no lust without fire
there is no love wothout desire
there is no needle without the thread

Sometimes I think it will hurt 'till the end
bounded by walls that surround me
when the skein of life is cut
but I wouldn't know, the transmission I send
to make you remember and help me forget

there is no lust without fire
there is no love wothout desire
there is no needle without the thread
I sink low, I go higher
there is no truth without a liar
there is no needle without
the thread