作词 : Donahue, Grasshopper, Mercel
  The threads that run through your life
 Hang from your sleeve
 Wind through your soul
 The kind you can't control
 The kind you can't conceive
 The kind you can't believe
 But wish you could break
 Wish you could weave
 I wish you could see
 It ties you to me
 And you fly in the face of the sun
 And you float in the tides of the moon
 The paths that run from your door
 Climb through the trees
 Wind like a snake 
 The kind you can't escape
 The kind you can't conceive
 The kind you can't believe
 With prickly little thorns 
 Sharp tiny teeth
 They're hungry for the threads
 Hanging from your sleeve
 Waiting on a path
 The kind you can't conceive
 But wish you could take 
 Wish you could leave
 I wish you could see
 It leads you to me