(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
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