(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