(written by Julia Fordham/Simon Climie) 
Threadbare, frayed around the edges 
Down where all 
I'm getting is you don't care 
And hoping that 
I'm wrong 
I am crushed by your indifference, know 
I must try 
To stop wishing if only 
I Could undo what 
I've done 
If I knew then what 
I know now 
I would have saved my words somehow 
Headed underground, crushed without a sound 
Threadbare 
Tired from the inside out 
I'm kind of worn down by the doubt 
And time will tell how it should be 
If I knew then what 
I know now 
I would have saved my words somehow 
Headed underground, crushed without a sound 
Threadbare 
There's something 
I'm missing 
You're not giving me 
I talk and you listen 
But will you ever see? 
If I knew then what 
I know now 
I would have saved my words somehow 
Headed underground, crushed without a sound 
Threadbare 
Headed underground, crushed without a sound 
Threadbare 
I am tired 
Something missing you're not giving me 
Something missing you're not giving me 
Something missing you're not giving me 
Something missing you're not giving me 
Love's a funny thing 
Love's a funny thing 
Love's a funny thing 
Love's a funny thing