I can tell by the way you look through me
as if I wasn't in the room at all.
And I can tell you're just waiting for the right time.
The longer you hold on,
the further down I'll fall.
Further in despair,
did you ever really care?
Was the thread that I've been hanging by ever really there?
I can tell
you're just trying to choose your moment.
The longer you hold on,
the further down I'll fall.
There was a time
our love
was like a pine tree.
Snail green through winter's chill,
strong and tall.
Darling,
if you plan to fell that timber,
the longer you hold on,
the further down I'll fall.
Further in despair,
did you ever really care?
Was the thread that I've been hanging by ever really there?
And I can tell you're just trying to choose your moment.
The longer you hold on,
the further down I'll fall.