(Pre-Chorus)
I pull the string and you come undone,
I’m the crack under the door,
You can run but you can’t outrun
What you already more.
The hours bleed into the dark, I live inside the hum,
Every stillness holds my shape, I mark the ones who come.
When you sleep I’m in the draft that lifts the blanket at the seam,
Every moment you remember is another piece redeemed.
You hear me when the telephone rings soft at half past three,
I’m the frequency that lingers
where your broken radio can’t free.
And every time you almost speak my name into the empty room,
I pull the string just slightly more,
I watch the fabric start to loom.
I’m not a ghost but something close,
I’m what’s left when you let go,
I’m in the margin of your life,
I’m in the thing you fear to know.
You think you lost me yesterday,
you think I’m somewhere down the line,
But I keep pulling, keep on calling,
and you’re answering every time.
I pull the string and you come undone,
I’m the crack under the door,
You can run but you can’t outrun
What you already more.
The moments fray like old wool, strand by strand they fall away,
I live inside your memory, I haunt you more each passing day.
When you think you’ve finally moved,
when you think you’ve finally healed,
I slip back in uninvited, I’m the wound that won’t congeal.
Every name you almost say, every photograph you hide,
I’m the weight you can’t account for,
I’m the stone you can’t beside.
I didn’t mean to stay this long, I didn’t plan to be so close,
But you keep calling and I answer,
and there’s everything to lose.
When you think you’ve finally won,
when you think you’ve won the fight,
I pull the string just slightly more
and I unravel through the night.