I don't know quite where to begin. I know it don't look like I'm doing anything -a mess of scraps - colours 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, and blue. It don't look like much from here - there's no straight lines, nothing that clear. Aimless days, bad moods, the changes I can't get used to. I'm sewing together a year. From boredom, from love, from fear and magnolia petals on the ground, pink on brown on the street. Some people don't want to see the seams. They want it all done by 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 quilt. Too late for perfection, to clean up the mess, too late to take it all back I guess. All I can do is sew it in - to - this undulating thing. Whatever it is that I'm making with you, a life, I'll sew in that too tonight. Too late for perfection, to clean up the mess, too late to take it all back I guess. All i can do is sew in this - too. I'm dying the white colours blue, I'm trying to show to you something I saw and can't explain - tulips pushed over by rain. I'm trying to cook a meal, I'm hungry, I pull off the peel of whatever sweet thing I'm holding - sink 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 -" Writer/s: Tamara Lindeman
Publisher: Hipgnosis Songs Group, Red Brick Music Publishing
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