And in the light of morning I left my bed and street Passed the park and bench Where we no longer meet I found a path forgotten Green and overgrown I followed my own footsteps And walked there on my own Threads Something’s pulling me I move ahead Threads What is holding’s also being held A weeping willow When all the trees around With all their branches rising To where light is found At first appeared so heavy The branches leaning down But then I saw through low they go They never touch the ground Threads Something’s pulling me I move ahead Threads What is holding’s also being held