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Track: Sewing
Artist: The Weather Station
Album: Humanhood

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Name: The Weather Station
Spotify Genres: indie folk
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Toronto, Ontario

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Release: The Weather Station - Humanhood
Year: 2025
Genres: Pop
Styles: Indie Pop

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Paroles de la chanson Sewing par The Weather Station
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