And in the light of morning I left my bed and street Pass the park and bench Where we no longer meet I found a path forgotten Green and overgrown I followed my own footsteps I walked there on my own Threads Something's pulling me, I move ahead Threads What is holding is also being held A weeping willow And all the trees around With all their branches rising To light what is found At first appeared so heavy The branches leaning down But then I saw the low they go They never touch the ground Threads Something's pulling me, I move ahead Threads What is holding is also being held