From the album "Garbage," by Garbage

Hanging by threads of palest silver
I could have stayed that way forever.
Bad blood and ghosts wrapped tight around me
Nothing could ever seem to touch me.

I lose what I love most
Did you know I was lost until you found me?

A stroke of luck or a gift from God?
Hand of fate or devil's claws?
From below or saints above?
You came to me
Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
It's falling down and all around me
(Falling)

You say that you'll be there to catch me
Or will you only try to trap me
These are the rules I make
Our chains were meant to break --
You'll never change me.

Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in --
You're falling down and all around me
(Falling)
Stroke of luck or a gift from God?
Hand of fate or devil's claws?
From below or saints above?
You come to me now.

Don't ask me why.
Don't even try.

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