Housewife Radio

Stitch, sew, cut, pull
 Stitch, sew, cut, and pull
 Stitch, sew, cut, pull
 Stitch, sew, cut, and pull
 Stitch, sew, cut, pull
 Stitch, sew, cut, and pull
 Stitch, sew, I tried
 Stitch, sew, you're alive
 Uh-huh
 Uh-huh
 Uh-huh
 Uh-huh
 80 degrees, hemmed by reveries
 Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
 Off-grain fabric tells a different tale
 Tailored frequencies need to be repaired
 7 a.m. is when the station plays its sounds
 Listening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place
 Scissors separate the yellow from the white
 Good morning, small-town listeners
 Thimbles coat my fingers
 Fed 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, I've 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 that's tied in knots
 Hand-sew everything with kind intention
 Liquid sound waves pour from my eyes
 My heart cries out to you in desperation
 7 a.m. is when the station plays its sounds
 Listening to the speaker while the patterns sew into place
 Unmistakably, he'll 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 only 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 only 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 only 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 only 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 only 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 only 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 only 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 only plays in
 FM comes in different colors, I believe
 In the sewing machine, I've 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