(Verse 1)
The coffee's cold before the sun is high,
Another number waiting on the line.
I trace the cracks within the kitchen wall,
Trying hard to keep the roof from a fall.
The bills pile up like mountains made of dust,
And every two weeks I just pray and trust
That the numbers match, the columns don't collide,
Living life with nothing left to hide.
Check to check, a tightrope in the breeze,
Just surviving on my weary knees.
(Chorus)
Oh, the Fraying Thread that holds us to the light,
We chase the dawn but only know the night.
We're built of bone and questions in the air,
A silent scream of "Why are we even here?"
Is this the purpose, to just stay afloat?
A borrowed breath held tight inside the throat.
Tell me, when the curtains finally close,
What is waiting? Does anybody know?
(Verse 2)
I see the crowds walk by with hurried pace,
A million stories etched on every face.
Do they feel this hollow, aching dread,
The weight of worlds stacked upon their head?
We work the hours, surrender all our years,
To quiet down the clamour of our fears.
But in the quiet moments late at night,
The great uncertainty still burns so bright.
Like an echo in a canyon vast and deep,
While the rest of the weary city sleeps.
(Chorus)
Oh, the Fraying Thread that holds us to the light,
We chase the dawn but only know the night.
We're built of bone and questions in the air,
A silent scream of "Why are we even here?"
Is this the purpose, to just stay afloat?
A borrowed breath held tight inside the throat.
Tell me, when the curtains finally close,
What is waiting? Does anybody know?
(Bridge)
If all we have is this small speck of time,
Is there a pattern, a reason, or a rhyme?
Is the reward not gold, but just the fight?
A flicker holding out against the night?
I search the stars, I read the holy books,
For simple answers, gentle, guiding looks.
But the page is blank, the cosmos offers none,
We face the ending just as we begun.
(Outro)
So I'll watch the sun set on another day,
And try to find the strength to pray.
For the little moments, the small light I can see,
Until the day the thread unravels me.
What is waiting... what is waiting?
(Fade out on sustained acoustic guitar chord)
