Hanging by threads of palest silver
I could have stayed that way forever
Bad blood and ghosts wrapped tight around me
Nothing could ever seem to touch me
I lose what I love most
Did you know I was lost until you found me?
A stroke of luck or a gift from God?
The hand of fate or devilīs claws?
From below or saints above?
You came to me
Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
Itīs falling down and
All around me falling
You say that youīll be there to catch me
Or will you only try to trap me
These are the rules I make
Our chains were meant to break
Youīll never change me
Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
Youīre falling down and
All around me falling
Stroke of luck or a gift from God?
Hand of fate or devilīs claws?
From below or saints above?
You come to me now
Donīt ask me why
Donīt even try
A stroke of luck or a gift from God?
The hand of fate or devilīs claws?
From below or saints above?
You came to me
Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
Itīs falling down and
All around me falling
Falling, falling
Falling, falling
Falling, falling.
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