All the people in the world
are never alike in their minds
for even the one's we trust
braid on the sly
yea, our dreams differ
even between husband and wife
beware your protegés for they've got a
a ball of yarn packed with lies
every goodbye
and every goodbye
every goodbye
and every goodbye
(is a birth of a memory)
snap the crochet hook
balk the casualty
conscience eating you
texture tearing me
snap the crochet hook
balk the casualty
conscience eating you
texture tearing me up!
tearing me up
tearing me up
tearing me, up
a shared bed filled with yarn-balls
no dare to close my eyes before she sleeps
the alarm-clock is set early for suspicions
a nightmare shortens as it ticks
tick-tack, tick-tack
tick-tack, tick-tack
as every second goes by
one more yarn-ball be weaved
cotton grows on trees
that's why we all weave
this isn't the ending
not even beginning of it
this is so essential
instead, it's the end of the beginning
the clock is ticking
The clock is ticking
the clock is ticking
the clock is ticking
