Sewing - The Weather Station

Composed by：Tamara Lindeman

Produced by：Tamara Lindeman/Marcus Paquin

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 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 sew this in 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