I said a word
It got caught in my throat and it burned
Slipped off my tongue and I choked
You were concerned for a second
Then cries echoed into the night
Lesson learned
Because you heard a word
That I said and this word, how it rang
In your head it was loud
And glorious, yes
And from where you lay on my chest
Well, you heard it best
But you held me
Closely while I screamed
And I watched the
Thinnest trails of green
Run down your neck
And drip from your chin
Thin trails of green, thin lines on gray skin
Thin lines on gray skin
Thin lines on gray skin
Where the world ends
That's where we begin
My thin line
My thin line
I said a word
Was it a blessing or curse?
Nobody knows the whole story
Nobody hears me but you, and you would have heard more
If you could have, I'm sure
Because you heard my word
You still do with your hands, eyes, and rest of you too
Little stray on my lap, zealot hell cat
Can't forgive what I did to my dream maker
Hast thou forsaken her?
And if you knew what I knew, would you object?
Are we madmen or soothsayers, truthfully, sweet heretic?
I bit off the bit
That silenced the world for you, sewed up my sin
Thin threads of black
Thin lines on gray skin
Thin lines on gray skin
Thin lines on gray skin
Where the world ends
That's where our work begins
My thin line
My thin line