It's a Nickel Creek song called Hanging By a Thread. It's beautiful.
There's a kind of emptiness that can fill you.
There's a kind of hunger that can eat you up.
There's a cold and darker side of the moonlight.
An' there's a lonely side of love.
With you here, baby, I am strong; no sign of weakness.
With you gone, baby, I am hanging by a thread.
There's a certain kind of pain that can numb you.
There's a type of freedom that can tie you down.
Sometimes the unexplained can define you,
And sometimes, silence is the only sound.
With you here, baby, I am strong; no sign of weakness.
With you gone, baby, I am hanging by a thread.
With you here, baby, I am strong; no sign of weakness.
With you gone, baby, I am hanging by a thread.
3 comments:
I love the mandolin.
I bought it around the same time I found a free iTunes download of "That was the Worst Christmas Ever" by Sufjan Stevens. Somehow I think the two bluegrass-influenced songs fit well together. Listen to the Sufjan Stevens song = fantastic
I will :)
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