threads (abridged)

(O-ah)
(Ah ah ah)
(Do you feel me)
A web of voices tight as fate
Some threads are bright some nearly gone
Yet in the hush where echoes wait
The hands still weave until the dawn
And what remains when hands grow still
When tangled years dissolve in dust?
A tapestry the stars may read
Not silk nor thread but love and trust.
Ah ah ah
A-a-ah ah ah
A-a-ah ah ah
A-a-ah ah ah
A-a-ah ah ah
A-a-ah ah ah
A-a-ah ah ah
A-a-ah ah ah ah
(Do you feel me)
Ah ah ah
A-a-ah ah ah
A-a-ah ah ah
A-a-ah ah ah ah
(O-ah)
(E-oh)