Paroles de The Thread
At the corner of 53rd and the summer of '62The first time I felt the tug of what I call the thread of you
There at the Lever House
Street map across our thighs tracing the gateway
Leaning in close I'm feeling your fingertip
This time, this place
This state of grace
The promise of tomorrow
Your thread runs through
Park Avenue
Street of dreams and sorrow
Seven years up the road and two blocks south
On the run from a sudden rain with too much to talk about
On our knees we choose to end in St. Bartholomew's
This time, this place
This state of grace
The promise of tomorrow
Your thread runs through
Park Avenue
Street of dreams and sorrow
This town is my every day but sometimes the grand design Your face appears somehow in a passing car
Wearing a tiny scar
This time, this place
This state of grace
The promise of tomorrow
Your thread runs through
Park Avenue
Street of dreams and sorrow
ART GARFUNKEL, MAIA SHARP, BUDDY MONDLOCK
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