This silver thread the morning sun shines through
We've trapped ourselves in the web we've spun, we two
And it's true
That it's through
So go and find yourself something to hold onto
The lesson of the flame which children learn
You're grown but still you walk around, fingers burned
And it's true
That's it's through
Now go and find yourself something to hold onto
It ain't forgiveness that you need
It's the way you're living that's killing you
It's true
Cause it's killing me too
The debt you owe is just your soul, and some hotel bills
We're both just victims of our own free will
And it's through
You know it's true
Now go