One morning when my mind was calm I died into the right hand of the one I knew the sounds, the words, but not the tongue The blood beneath my skin began to run slow Run slow What holds me Holds you What holds me together The next day I was broke and in two Not knowing half of what I knew anew Some tea and CCR and Suzy Q Would pull the golden thread of the day through slow Pull slow What holds me Holds you What holds me together