Hanging on in the dusk Shadows long vanishing Anodyne in my blood Fade me out into sleep With a pull on a thread and a split, Fall back open What a fool to believe for a minute That I could hold it Waking up in the white Sharp daylight breaking Feel the lift wearing off Heavy mind aching Drying up like a scar, Staying on haunting On the mend just enough To pass as if healing. With a pull on a thread and a split, Fall back open What a fool to believe for a minute That I could hold it