There's a little black thread on my white sheets now
c little black hole in my life
The bed that I slept in was straight and narrow
'Til somebody turned on a light - yeah
La -da-da-dum-da-dah

Well, remove the black thread and it all falls apart now
Unraveling seem by seem
To deny the demons that live deep inside you
Is to forgo the will and the dream
La-da-da-dum-da-da

The streets are all empty,
the stores are all closed
The shopkeepers left to grieve at God's tombstone
In these winter hours, we're chilled to the bone around here
We all need some grace

There's a new splash of color on the horizon
New signs of laughter in the air
The room that I dwelled in was plain and hollow
'Til a rosebud appeared on the chair

The chapel is empty
Now the choir is still
The preacher's gone home with his wife to pay bills
Will anyone tell me if God can still hear as I pray

We all need a little faith
We've been touched by grace
But we burned ourselves in her flames
Don't want to be ashamed no more

The streets are all empty,
the stores are all closed
The shopkeepers left to grieve at God's tombstone
In these winter hours, we're chilled to the bone around here
We all need some grace