Oh where do you begin?
Who can say what the astray will win?
A thread of the dread cut thin
You’re testing destiny with what’s under skin
To get through, with just two
Two deep breaths to breathe
Between a daze of your thoughts beneath
Let them weave, lead
Weave, lead
Know the grim isn’t a fright
When on a whim into the night
Twisting in the morning when you come home alone
Twisting in the morning when you’re coming, you come come home
No, the grim isn’t a fright
When on a swim into the white
Twisting in the morning when you come home alone
Twisting in the morning when you’re coming, you come come home
Know the grim isn’t a fright
When on a limb, setting your sight
Twisting in the morning when you come home alone
Twisting in the morning when you’re coming, you come come home
To get through, with just two