Текст песни Sewing - The Weather Station

I don't know quite where to begin
I know it don't look like I'm doing anything
In a mess of scraps, colors, clash, I know
I'm sewing together a day
From these hours and the way you touched my hand just now
The things you say, blue

Don't look like much from here
There's no straight lines, nothing that clear
Aimless days, bad moves
The changes I can't get used to
I'm so into get the rear
From bar, from love, from fear and magnolia
Pedals on the ground, pink on brown on the street

Some people don want to see the seams
They want it all done by a machine
Straight and plain, no traces of making
But no two days are ever the same
Sometimes I get hit by a shattering pain
I won't try to forget
I'm going to include it

In this undulating thing
This blanket I seem to be making
From pride and shame
Beauty and guilt
Sewing together a quill
Too late for perfection, a cleanup mess
Too late to take it all back, I guess

All I can do is sew it into
This untillating thing
Whatever it is I making with you
A life if I were sewing tonight too

Too late for perfection to clean up the mess
Too late to take it all back, I guess
All I can do is solve this sin too
I'm dying the white colors blue
I'm trying to show to you something I saw and can explain
Tulips pushed over my rain

I'm trying to cook a meal
I'm hungry, I pull off the peel of whatever
Sweet thing I'm holding
Sing my teeth into knowing it well
I'm walking from side to side
I'm taking pictures of the sky again
I don't know why, I guess I wanted to