Tiny Threads

It was all in my head, just a passing fantasy,

It was all in my head, and I’m still standing here without you,

With my grand delusions laid before me.

 The moment was lost as if it was just a passing thought,

The moment was lost, and here I am still grasping at straws

Like I’m trying to read some sort of sign.

Holding on to the tiniest thread,

Waiting for the glimmer of hope.

Holding on to the tiniest thread,

Waiting for the glimmer of hope.

You were holding me back, and I knew deep within my throat.

You were holding me back, and I knew I had to let you go.

But I stood behind you in silence.

 It was all in my head, just a passing fantasy,

 It was all in my head, and why couldn’t I tell

 That this was never mine?

Holding on to the tiniest thread,

Waiting for the glimmer of hope.

Holding on to the tiniest thread,

Waiting for the glimmer of hope.