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 they world ends that’s were 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, hellcat can’t forgive what I did to my dream-maker, (has 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 With thin threads of black, thin lines on gray skin
Thin lines on gray skin Thin lines on gray skin when they world ends, that’s where our work begins my thin line, my thin line ~