Paroles: Glen Hansard & Markéta Irglová. This Low.

We made a plan that was subject to change

So whatever way it works out, we both get the blame

In the arms of this low

And you took the wind right out of my sails

By sweating me out on all the little details

In the arms of this low

In the arms of this low



Thread the light, thread the light

Thread the light, thread the light

Thread the light, thread the light

Thread the light, thread the light



We made a choice and we knew we would pay

For stealing the joy and trying to escape

From the arms of this low

And if by some chance you break from the pack

You know I'll be waiting to welcome you back

In the arms of this low

In the arms of this low



Thread the light, thread the light

Thread the light, thread the light

Shine the light, don't hide the light

Live the light, and give the light,

Seek the light, and speak the light

Crave the light, and brave the light

Stare the light, and share the light

Show the light, and know the light

Raise the light, and praise the light,

Thread the light, and spread the light