The thread is tugging hard
The refugee from Love`s not his own
The rainy window tears
The seeds of grass confusion sown
The bait is laid at hand
The deal is much too good to miss
Lucifer sees a stray
And waits to mark him with his kiss
We walk the golden thread
And keep out footing firm and away
If you trip, I`ll fall
You`ll do the same for me one day
