I said a word 
it got caught in my throat, and it burned 
slipped off my tongue and I choked, 
you were concerned for a second 
then cries echoed into the night, lesson learned 

because you heard a word 
that I said, and this word how it rang 
in your head, it was loud and glorious, yes 
and from where you lay on my chest 
well, you heard it best 

but you held me closely while I screamed 
and I watched the thinnest trails of green [bad word] down your neck, and drip from your chin 
thin trails of green, thin lines, on gray skin 

Thin lines on gray skin 
Thin lines on gray skin 
where they world ends that’s were we begin 
my thin line, my thin line 

I said a word 
was it a blessing or curse? 
Nobody knows the whole story, 
nobody hears me but you 
and you would have heard more if you could have I’m sure 

because you heard my word, 
you still do with your hands, eyes and rest of you too 
little stray on my lap, zealot, hellcat 
can’t forgive what I did to my dream-maker, 
(has thou forsaken her?) 

And if you knew what I knew, would you object? 
Are we madmen or soothsayers? [bad word]  sweet heretic? 
I bit off the bit that silenced the world for you, sewed up my sin 
With thin threads of black, thin lines on gray skin 

Thin lines on gray skin 
Thin lines on gray skin 
when they world ends, that’s where our work begins 
my thin line, my thin line
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