The threads that run through your life   Hand from your sleeve   Wind through your soul   The kind you can't control      The kind you can't conceive   The kind you can't believe   But wish you could break   Wish you could weave   I wish you could see   It ties you to me      And you fly in the face of the sun   And you float in the tides of the moon      The paths that run from your door   Climb through the trees   Wind like a snake   The kind you can't escape      The kind you can't conceive   The kind you can't believe   With prickly little thorns   Sharp tiny teeth   They're hungry for the threads   Hanging from your sleeve      Waiting on a path   The kind you can't conceive   But wish you could take   And wish you could leave   You wish you could see   I wish you could see   It leads you to me      And fly in the face of the sun   And you float in the tides of the moon      And fly in the face of the sun   And float in the tides of the moon      In the tides of the moon   In the tides of the moon   In the tides of the moon   In the tides of the moon