Oh where do you begin? Who can say what the astray will win? A thread of the dread cut thin You're testing destiny with what's under skin To get through, with just two Two deep breaths to breathe Between a daze of your thoughts beneath Let them weave, lead Weave, lead Know the grim isn't a fright When on a whim into the night Twisting in the morning when you come home alone Twisting in the morning when you're coming, you come come home No, the grim isn't a fright When on a swim into the white Twisting in the morning when you come home alone Twisting in the morning when you're coming, you come come home Know the grim isn't a fright When on a limb, setting your sight Twisting in the morning when you come home alone Twisting in the morning when you're coming, you come come home To get through, with just two