I've got seams in the back of my heart   the thread that I use when I mend   is never far away   I need it to keep me from falling apart   it breaks up a bit each and every day      Sometimes I don't feel, 'cause the needle is thin   And then just to bleed out my soul for the world to soak it in   then comes the thread, oh so soothing an fine   to brush out the edges and ease out my mind      there is no lust without fire   there is no love wothout desire   there is no needle without the thread      Sometimes I think it will hurt 'till the end   bounded by walls that surround me   when the skein of life is cut   but I wouldn't know, the transmission I send   to make you remember and help me forget      there is no lust without fire   there is no love wothout desire   there is no needle without the thread   I sink low, I go higher   there is no truth without a liar   there is no needle without   the thread