A Thread Cut With A Carving Knife

It was a hot and sultry afternoon
 Sometime at the end of June
 We had collapsed ourselves in shade somewhere
 To conclude our love affair
 But it was too damn hot to speak that much
 It felt easier to touch
 So we forgot to fall apart that day
 And the next day
 It was a cold and endless sky above
 When he decided he was through with love
 The leaves were piles of skeletons
 And he was only skin and bones
 And then he went to the bridge so he could fall
 And drop down far away from it all
 But the water looked so black and deep
 And he closed his eyes and he went to sleep
 Til the next day
 The snow fell hard from five to five
 You had to drink to stay alive
 But you were hoping it would kill you too
 At least you'd have something changing you
 Cause you were cold as the ice at your front door
 You raised a trembling glass and shouted, "Fuck the world!"
 And then you fell into oblivion
 Lying on your bed with your shoes on
 Til the next day
 Baby close your eyes until tomorrow
 It could bring joy it could bring sorrow
 But it will come sure as light
 Try not to dream a dream tonight
 Imagine that you're standing here
 And suddenly you disappear
 A thread cut with a carving knife
 That is what they call our life
 Baby close your eyes until tomorrow
 It could bring joy it could bring sorrow
 But it will come sure as light
 Try not to dream a dream tonight
 Imagine that you're standing here
 And suddenly you disappear
 A thread cut with a carving knife
 That is what they call our life