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 different 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 separate 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
Losing bobbins under tables,
is it so?
Every day,
it feels like seams are more than torn
Buttoned patchwork,
thread that's tied in knots
Hand sew everything with kind intention
Liquid sound waves 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?
Every day,
it feels like seams are more than torn
