The Slightest of Threads Songtext
von Piano Magic

She slips out of bed in the fold of the night
And the temperature drops with the cry of a fox
It′s the exit of a thief, it's the falling of a leaf
The dust is disturbed and a shadow is stirred She looks back at the lover but he dreams of another
The violence of his breath betrays his gentleness
And their minds have never met, it′s always been just sex
The finest of chains, the slightest of threats


She navigates the stairs in the absence of the light
A ghost that's self-possessed, a soul not laid to rest
And the painting in the hall, well, it seems to say it all
Stale life, abstract, worthless, glass cracked

And here in the fold of the night she cries
'Cause the trains have all left and the ships have passed by
And the seasons, too many, have blurred into one