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 Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh 80 degrees, hemmed by reveries Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold Off-grain fabric tells a different tale Tailored frequencies need to be repaired 7 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 Fed 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 7 a.m. 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, the radio only plays in 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
WE MAKIN IT OUT OF THE DEPRESSION WITH THIS ONE🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
FFRRR🔥🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️
WE MAKING IT OUT OF THE BASEMENT WITH THIS ONE ( communications reference )
You meant.. we are *"HANGING"* in the basement with this one.. yeaaahhh.
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
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
80 degrees, hemmed by reveries
Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
Off-grain fabric tells a different tale
Tailored frequencies need to be repaired
7 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
Fed 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
7 a.m. 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, the radio only plays in
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
MANO ESSA MÚSICA É MT BOA!!!
UMA BRASILEIRA 🗣️🗣️💗💗💗
@@мёртвая.луна 💗💗💗💗💗
1:52
OMG
This is coooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool!!!!🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩💗💗💗💗💗🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Omaga, I use this for Gym, is so effective
Yassss
WERE MAKING IT OUT OF WHITESPACE WITH THIS ONE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
GHOST and pals