I’m holding on for, dear Life, it’s not looking good.
Is it now, is it now?
It’s all up in the air and never coming down.
Coming down, is it now?
Spinning through my fingers, watch it go.
Out of my hands, out of my hands.
All over again.
I’m hanging on, just hanging by a golden thread.
Just wanna know while everything’s unraveling.
I’m hanging on, just hanging by a golden thread.
Don’t sew it off, it’s lovely tearing at the seams.
It’s what it is.
It’s you and me.
I’m standing in the in-between of what I was and what I need.
Slipping through my fingers, watch it go.
Out of my hands, out of my hands.
All over again.
I’m hanging on, just hanging by a golden thread.
Just wanna know while everything’s unraveling.
I’m hanging on, just hanging by a golden thread.
Please, don’t watch me, please, don’t watch me cry.
Oh, I don’t wanna be this way.
It’s harder than it looks, so please, don’t watch me cry.
And admit that I’m frayed.
Out of my hands, out of my hands.
All over again.
I’m hanging on, just hanging by a golden thread.
Just wanna know while everything’s unraveling.
I’m hanging on, just hanging by a golden thread.