text: Stitch sew cut pull
  Stitch sew cut and pull
  Stitch sew cut pull
  Stitch sew cut and pull
  Stitch sew I tried
  Stitch sew youre 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
  Seven a.m. is when the station plays its sound
  Listening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place
  Scissors separate thе yellow from the white
  Good morning, small town listеners
  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, Ive 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 thats tied in knots
  Hand-sew everything with kind intention
  Liquid sound waves pour from my eyes
  My heart cries out to you in desperation
  Seven a.m. when the station plays its sounds
  Listening to the speaker while the patterns sew into place
  Umistakably, hell 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 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 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 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 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 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 plays in
  These arent the color I should see
  FM comes in different colors, I believe
  In the sewing machine, I lost myself
  Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
  Colored-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