Loose Threads

And if you can't take the weather you can take my sweater with the loose threads. And I know that I'm in danger of unravelling; but believe me, I'm fine with it because I'd rather fall apart than hold it all together. There is something to be said for the healing power of invisible breath. And if you can't take the weather you can take my sweater with the loose threads. And I'm ready now to let go.
Broken words come from healing jaws. Stitch me up. Stitch me up. I'm ready to talk. You'd better hit the deck. Hit the deck. I'm ready to talk.
So leave the old sayings to the old folks with both feet planted in the past. Roots run deep and broken words come from healing jaws. We'll keep reaching until the last leaf falls. And I'm ready now to move on.
Broken words come from healing jaws. Stitch me up. Stitch me up. I'm ready to talk. You'd better hit the deck. Hit the deck. I'm ready to talk.
And I'm ready now to let broken words come from healing jaws. Stitch me up. Stitch me up. I'm ready to talk. You'd better hit the deck. Hit the deck. I'm ready to talk.