I hold for you this flaming torch
Burning this half-painted porch
Smoke so thick I cannot see
Come put it out and rescue me
Think on this, let's predicate
Let's talk about, negotiate
On the things we cannot change Can't compromise,
can't rearrange
But hold on,
hold on
Hold on to a thread
Hold on
to a thread
I can't forget what I have read
It's swirling, scathing round my head
Words for him, not for my eyes
Revealing thinly-veiled disguise
Suppose the bricks expose the beams
And tear apart these sewed-up seams
Go to a pauper from a king No longer be your favorite thing
But hold on to a thread Hold on
to a thread
I take back all the words of love I've said I paint the porch,
I rebuild my old bed
And what's left of you and me is almost dead
Almost dead
Hold on
to a thread Hold on
to a thread
Hold on
to a thread