Did he take a little of the thread?
I keep it with me, but I've never shown him where it's hid
I would wind it up behind my eyes
And lose the ends till all I had were only images
Wanted to be so small you could fit me into the palm of a hand
But there's only so many things that can happen
Who was singing about loneliness
We couldn't understand the words
We all knew what they meant
Wanted to be so small you could put me in the palm of a hand
But there's only so many things that can happen
Who was singing about loneliness
Her words were in a foreign tongue
But we knew what they meant
