Thread - Flyleaf

Chasing echoes through the corner of my mind

Hollow eyes are staring out into the night

Now the void is opened, calling me inside

It’s hard to hide

I’m hanging by a thread, I’m waiting for your call

My hands are turning red

I’m hanging by a thread, I thought I had it all

My parachute’s in shreds

All the miles I ride, body turning thin

A crumpled piece of paper trying to open

I’m climbing up the rabbit hole, I feel the spin

And taste the wind

Ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah