This Lyric is #044

The Only Thread
(c. Kevin Winchester)

Every day sure looks the same when you share my point of view.
Coffee in the mornings, cocaine afternoons.
Every night when the sun goes down, it finds me in this room alone.
Hoping the bottle will ease my pain.
And wash away these voices that keep calling out your name.

This feeling’s grown as comfortable as a worn out pair of jeans
Like my heart, so faded and torn.
But I can’t bear to part with them, though the seams are all laid bare,
Cause this feeling is the only thread left holding me to you

I could stop my sinful ways, but it would not change a thing.
Cause even when I’m sober, I know I’m still the one to blame.
I spent my time chasing empty dreams and they all turned out the same:
Left me lonely and afraid.
I couldn’t see what I was reaching for was only pushing you away.

It’s sad because it’s so predictable when your life becomes a cliché.
There’s so many things you’d like to revise, but there’s nothing more to say.

Every day sure looks the same when you share my point of view.
Coffee in the morning, cocaine afternoons.
I’ll never find a way to kill this pain no matter how hard I try.
And lord knows, how I’ve tried.
And now my memory is the only thing left keeping me alive.

This feeling’s grown as comfortable as a worn out pair of jeans
Like my heart, so faded and torn.
But I can’t bear to part with them, though the seams are all laid bare,
Cause this feeling is the only thread left holding me to you
This feeling is the only thread left holding me to you


[This message has been edited by Kaley Willow (edited 06-07-2006).]