Garbage - A Stroke of Luck

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

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

A stroke of luck of gift from God?
Hand of fate or Devil's claws?
From below or Saint's 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 you'll be there to catch me,
Or will you only try to trap me?
These are the rules I make,
Our chains won't break and ever changing.

Here comes the cold again,
I feel it closing in.
You're falling down and all around me,
Falling.

A stroke of luck of gift from God?
Hand of fate or Devil's claws?
From below or Saint's above,
You come to me now.

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

A stroke of luck of gift from God?
Hand of fate or Devil's claws?
From below or Saint's above,
You come to me now.

Here comes the cold again,
I feel it closing in.
You're falling down and all around me,
Falling,

Falling,
Falling.
Falling,
Falling.
Falling,
Falling.
Falling,
Falling.