Testo di A Threaded Needle

You've had too much to drink As the past casts a shadow It's fingers in your hair Reminds you what's no longer there With the cuts that scar your mind Afflictions that don't heal with time You slowly map the fading lights In the parking lots of these endless nights And yet And yet And yet Driving in the morning light The streets we passed early that night You're almost home but you couldn't care It's just a room there's nothing there Tomorrow will be just the same A different room a different name You've told yourself you'd be alright In the funeral of the nightlife "a threaded needle is love For ones as lost as us What would god say to me? What could god say to me?" And yet And yet And yet