Stitch, sew, cut, pull Stitch, sew, cut and pull Stitch, sew, cut, pull Stitch, sew, cut and pull Stitch, sew, cut, pull Stitch, sew, cut and pull Stitch, sew I tried Stitch, sew You're alive!
Hah hah! Hah hah! Hah hah! Hah hah!
80 degrees, hemmed by reveries Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold Off-grain fabric tells a diffrent tale Tailored frequencies need to be repaired 7am is when the station plays its sounds Listening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place Scissors seperate the yellow from the white Good morning, small-town listeners
Thimbles coat my fingers Feed dogs are jamming up The thread comes in tangles I see such pretty things!
FM comes in different colors, I believe In the sewing machine, I've lost myself Memories inside my heart are there to grieve Color-coded by the love he gave to me Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board Loosing bobbins under tables, is it so? Everyday, it feels like seams are more than torn
Buttoned patchwork, thread that's tied in knots Hand-sew everything with kind intention Liquid soundwaves pour from my eyes My heart cries out to you in desperation
7am is when the station plays its sounds Listening to the speaker while the patterns sew into place Unmistakably, he'll return alive His colors ought to show again
Black and white and black and white and Black and white and black and white, no Blue and green and yellow and red
The radio only plays in Black and white and black and white and Black and white and black and white, no Blue and green and yellow and red
The radio only plays in Black and white and black and white and Black and white and black and white, no Blue and green and yellow and red
The radio only plays in Black and white and black and white and Black and white and black and white, no Blue and green and yellow and red
The radio only plays in BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE, NO BLUE AND GREEN AND YELLOW AND RED
The radio only plays in BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE, NO BLUE AND GREEN AND YELLOW AND RED
The radio only plays in BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE, NO BLUE AND GREEN AND YELLOW AND RED
The radio only plays in BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE, NO BLUE AND GREEN AND YELLOW AND RED
THESE AREN'T THE COLORS I SHOULD SEE
FM COMES IN DIFFERENT COLORS, I BELIEVE IN THE SEWING MACHINE I'VE LOST MYSELF MEMORIES INSIDE MY HEART ARE THERE TO GRIEVE COLOR-CODED BY THE LOVE HE GAVE TO ME AH, HIS VOICE, IT SPEAKS TO ME THROUGH THE RADIO PRESSING SPOTTED FABRIC ON AN IRONING BOARD LOSING BOBBINS UNDER TABLES, IS IT SO? EVERYDAY, IT FEELS LIKE SEAMS ARE MORE THAN TORNTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
