Or The Whale - Threads lyrics

March: cold and damp; the rain soaks to my bones I'm walking uphill past Victorian homes My insides hollowed out From whiskey chasing doubt But I'll keep hanging on by a thread And I'll finish the song 'fore I'm dead One April morn marks the day of my birth Well I'm just twenty-four and I'm weighing my worth But I'll soon be twenty-five Just bury me alive But I'll keep hanging on by a thread And I'll finish the song 'fore I'm dead May mormon bride, waking up with the sun It's all I can do to put down your gun Well I wouldn't have the nerve A coward's learning curve But I'll keep hanging on by a thread And I'll finish the song 'fore I'm dead But I'll keep hanging on by a thread And I'll finish the song 'fore I'm dead