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 pull 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

Into 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