Life is a thin thread
It's a thin little hand on a hospital bed
It's all of the things that you've left unsaid
Life is a thin thread
Its a fine line between loving and not
Between holding it back or giving all that you've got
Feeling you're free thinking you're caught
It's a fine line
That was the summer of garlands from Chinatown
I can remember them hung overhead
Our lives unfolded like bright paper garlands
Strung on a delicate thread
Oh such a delicate thread
Love and romance seem the same in the summer,
But love it is golden and romance a thief
I go over and over the memories again
Like a ship that is caught on some hidden reef
Looking back I see things in a different perspective
With a knowledge now that I wish I had then
But time's not a stone it is bright paper tissue
It rips, and it tears, there's no having again
When you want to live
With a passion that scares you
That's the way you fight death
When you've felt it's faint chill
And you dance and you party
And you devil may care
And you don't leave many moments still
Not like now, as I sit with this handful of garlands
That were tossed in a corner to be thrown away
And I watch as the tears fade the bright paper tissue
Like memories I try to make stay
Oh, but,
That was the summer of garlands from Chinatown
I can remember them hung overhead
And our lives unfolded like bright paper garlands
Strung on a delicate thread
Life such a delicate thread