Thin Line Songtext
von Ian North

In the fall, leaves on the ground
We piled them up and danced around
We were so young we never lost
Our breath suspended in the frost

We are held here by a thin, thin line
Memory and breath, the ties that bind
I am just a weak man
I don′t know what makes this world so kind

I was driving through the streets
Your neighborhood where life was sweet
Ice on the roads of a northern town
Something's pulling, holding me down


We are held here by a thin, thin line
Memory and breath, the ties that bind
I am just a weak man
I don′t know what makes this world so kind

What holds the moon? What holds the sea?
What holds this beauty next to me?

Oh departed, pray for us now
So much to do and we don't know how
We slip and slide and dive and fall
Into the leaves that fall and fall

We are held here by a thin, thin line
Memory and breath, the ties that bind
I am just a weak man
I don't know what makes this world so kind