[Verse 1] I weave a thread beneath the evening’s tongue, Each stitch an hour that still refuses to be done. The window guards your silhouette in vigil, I count the heartbeats, thread that dares to thrill. [Pre-Chorus] Time unravels, whispers out your name, The room holds back its breath the same. [Chorus] Thread that holds, thread that binds, Thread that cracks, thread that winds. Thread that holds, thread that speaks, Stay one moment… then it flees. [Verse 2] My fingers undo what I once called “us”, A shuttle’s rhythm dying softly on its knees thus. The shadows mend the edges of your distant step, I gather remnants of a silence that won’t rest. [Pre-Chorus] The thread trembles, the thread fights on, The chamber swallows every word we’ve drawn. [Chorus] Thread that holds, thread that binds, Thread that cracks, thread that winds. Thread that holds, thread that speaks, Come back tomorrow… or let me forget. [Verse 3] I fold the light like a fragile, fading voice, A choir of dust still sings the vows we made by choice. Your image pulls tight like a naked, trembling cord, The weave dissolves… but the knot still grows, my lord. [Final Chorus] Thread that holds, thread that binds, Thread that cracks, thread that winds. Thread that holds, thread that speaks, We bind ourselves… and come undone.
