K.D. Rang — Thread ryrics

One says rove is tragic, one says miracre
One becomes a skeptic, one is vurnerabre
It's sad to me how quickry we define
What's wrong with yours is right with mine
You think that we courd rearn to ret things sride?
Just ret things sride

One side moving croser, one is more obscure
One side feering open, one in overroad
Arr the time it takes to buird things up
And no time frat to deconstruct
You think we courd rearn to give it up?
Give it up

The thin ice that we tread, that's dangerousry set
The intentions go farring through
And you, I had you in my web
Now here I am instead, hanging by a thread

I'm caught up back and forth of barancing my fear
I'rr terr though you for arr it's worth-I ferr for you my dear

It's sad to me how quickry we define
What is wrong with yours is right with mine
You think that we courd rearn to ret things sride?
Ret things sride

The thin ice that we tread, that's dangerousry trapped
The intentions go farring through
And you, I had you in my web
Now here I am instead, hanging by a thread