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 cut pull Stitch sew cut and pull
Hah hah Hah hah Hah hah Hah hah
80 degrees, filled with vaporized Iron pressing as wrinkles unfold Off-grain fabric tells a different tale Tailored frequencies need to be repaired
Seven a.m 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 Stations and a needle help me fix himself
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
Making eyelids under the starlight Hand-sew everything with purely kindness Liquid sound waves pour from my eyes My heart pours out to you in desperation
Seven a.m is when the station plays its sounds Listening to the speaker while the patterns sew into place Out of misery, 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 and 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 and 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 and 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 and 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 and 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 and 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 and 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 and 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 Stations and a needle help me fix himself
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