歌曲 | Seamstress |
歌手 | Dessa |
专辑 | A Badly Broken Code |
I kept an angel | |
In a box beneath my bed | |
Little beast had broke her jaw | |
And I tried to fix her head | |
They said I had to put her back | |
That I had to put her back exactly where I found her | |
But I know I saw | |
That she was doing good, till the cat got her | |
And I came to write a letter | |
But my pen was full of hymns | |
I came to drown a sorrow | |
It seems they’ve learned to swim | |
Mouth full of pins and heart pumping gasoline | |
It’s late | |
I’m still at the sewing machine | |
Stitching up strays fifteen years | |
But this one’s mean | |
But I fixed you up | |
When they said you were past repair | |
And I stitched you up | |
I thread a needle with my hair | |
And I fixed you up | |
When you were still a common sparrow | |
But look whose on the shoulder now when the road goes narrow | |
I kept an angel | |
In a box beneath my bed | |
Little bitch had broke her jaw | |
And I tried to fix her head | |
They said I had to put her back | |
That I had to put her back exactly where I found her | |
But I know I saw | |
That she was doing good, until the cat got her | |
Well I’m putting you out of my misery | |
We ain’t got much but we’ve got history | |
It was a mercy kill | |
No | |
It was a suicide | |
No | |
It was an accident | |
No | |
Well at least I tried | |
Wait soft drugs and seam ripper | |
Tough love and tape measure | |
Stitching up boys is different that way | |
You fix a bird you buy it a cage | |
You fix a man | |
You fix a man, and he flies away | |
When I ran out of thread | |
I couldn’t let go | |
But that’s not sewing | |
That’s, that’s just poking holes | |
And it’s a strange breed | |
A different kind of creature | |
That looks for love through the eye of a needle | |
But the creed of the seamstress is | |
That you’re pretty in pieces | |
I kept an angel | |
In a box beneath my bed | |
Little beast had broke her jaw | |
And I tried to fix her head | |
They said I had to put her back | |
That I had to put her back exactly where I found her | |
But I know I saw | |
She was doing good, until the cat got her | |
Take a seat and let me get a look at your face | |
Busted, back's been broke for days | |
Not much, little something for the pain | |
Don’t fuss, or we’ll never get a seam to lay straight | |
And I keep it clean as I can adjust | |
Adjust the machine in a mattress plus | |
I never did need for a padded | |
Just some good restraints and my bedside manner | |
When I ran out of thread, I couldn’t let go | |
But that’s not sewing, that’s, that’s just poking holes | |
When I ran out of thread, I couldn’t let go | |
But that’s not sewing, that’s, that’s just poking holes |
I kept an angel | |
In a box beneath my bed | |
Little beast had broke her jaw | |
And I tried to fix her head | |
They said I had to put her back | |
That I had to put her back exactly where I found her | |
But I know I saw | |
That she was doing good, till the cat got her | |
And I came to write a letter | |
But my pen was full of hymns | |
I came to drown a sorrow | |
It seems they' ve learned to swim | |
Mouth full of pins and heart pumping gasoline | |
It' s late | |
I' m still at the sewing machine | |
Stitching up strays fifteen years | |
But this one' s mean | |
But I fixed you up | |
When they said you were past repair | |
And I stitched you up | |
I thread a needle with my hair | |
And I fixed you up | |
When you were still a common sparrow | |
But look whose on the shoulder now when the road goes narrow | |
I kept an angel | |
In a box beneath my bed | |
Little bitch had broke her jaw | |
And I tried to fix her head | |
They said I had to put her back | |
That I had to put her back exactly where I found her | |
But I know I saw | |
That she was doing good, until the cat got her | |
Well I' m putting you out of my misery | |
We ain' t got much but we' ve got history | |
It was a mercy kill | |
No | |
It was a suicide | |
No | |
It was an accident | |
No | |
Well at least I tried | |
Wait soft drugs and seam ripper | |
Tough love and tape measure | |
Stitching up boys is different that way | |
You fix a bird you buy it a cage | |
You fix a man | |
You fix a man, and he flies away | |
When I ran out of thread | |
I couldn' t let go | |
But that' s not sewing | |
That' s, that' s just poking holes | |
And it' s a strange breed | |
A different kind of creature | |
That looks for love through the eye of a needle | |
But the creed of the seamstress is | |
That you' re pretty in pieces | |
I kept an angel | |
In a box beneath my bed | |
Little beast had broke her jaw | |
And I tried to fix her head | |
They said I had to put her back | |
That I had to put her back exactly where I found her | |
But I know I saw | |
She was doing good, until the cat got her | |
Take a seat and let me get a look at your face | |
Busted, back' s been broke for days | |
Not much, little something for the pain | |
Don' t fuss, or we' ll never get a seam to lay straight | |
And I keep it clean as I can adjust | |
Adjust the machine in a mattress plus | |
I never did need for a padded | |
Just some good restraints and my bedside manner | |
When I ran out of thread, I couldn' t let go | |
But that' s not sewing, that' s, that' s just poking holes | |
When I ran out of thread, I couldn' t let go | |
But that' s not sewing, that' s, that' s just poking holes |