Little Threads

You leave me wanting
You leave me chasing after fire
Across the blazing hills, Hollywood
You’d leave me in the flood, you would
And I want to let go too, I do
Still matter more to you, it’s true
We’re hiding from your gaze
Then you find me and you say
«Why the hell you act so strange?»
Hmm, when no one’s watching
I mirror you with my mouth
Knowing every word’s a serpent’s turn
And the nihilist abounds
Splinter me into little threads, little threads
Rocks my world just to lose my head, lose my head
Peaks so high but the valleys low, the valleys blow
Man, sometimes only way I go
You leave me wanting
You leave me chasing after fire
Across the blazing hills, Hollywood
You’d leave me in the flood, you would
And I want to let go too, I do
Didn’t matter more to you, it’s true
We’re hiding from your gaze
Then you find me and you say
«Why the hell you act so strange?»
Hmm, of deep sadness
You’re humiliating me
Under the willow tree, remember him
I took my time to make my bed
Splinter me into little threads, little threads
Rocks my world just to lose my head, lose my head
Peaks so high but the valleys low, the valleys blow
Man, sometimes only way I go