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Thread – k.d.lang

One says love is tragic, one says miracle

One becomes a skeptic, one is vulnerable

Its sad to me how quickly we define

What's wrong with yours is right with mine

You think that we could learn to let things slide, just let things slide

One side moving closer, one is more obscure

One side feeling open, one in overload

All the time it takes to build things up

And no time flat to de-construct

You think that we could learn to give it up, give it up

The thin ice that we tread, thats dangerously set

The intentions go falling through

And you, I had you in my web

Now here I am instead, hanging by a thread

I'm caught up in a back and forth of balancing my fear

Ill tell you though for all its worth I fell for you, my dear

Its sad to me how quickly we define

What is wrong with yours is right with mine

You think that we could learn to let things slide, let things slide

The thin ice that we tread, thats dangerously set

The intentions go falling through

And you, I had you in my web

Now here I am instead, hanging by a thread