i ve tasted your joy and
i ve tasted your poison
i ve promised myself not
t'get used to your warmth
whenever i m torn
whenever i m broken
gently you stitch all
my wounds in cross
oh!
there's a thin threat
that sewed our hearts
so joined together
they beat night and day
this tiny thread, Love
is firm like a cord
it's called endearment
and it's called our hope
and we mend each other
with this tread and scissors
we cut of our worries
and we kiss to a quiver