作词 : 墨蚀Moss 作曲 : 墨蚀Moss 编曲 : 墨蚀Moss Your coffee cup leaves rings on my letters Fingerprints fogging up December We stitch apologies with trembling hands But the needle keeps slipping through the sand Oh we're sewing wounds with silver chains A tapestry of "almosts" and "maybes" This love's a needle through my veins Pulling threads that never made us safety The clock eats hours like sacrament Your shadow dances with my discontent We build cathedrals from burning wood Call the ashes "understanding" when we could Oh we're sewing wounds with silver chains A tapestry of "almosts" and "maybes" This love's a needle through my veins Pulling threads that never made us safety I finally read the map in your silence Every fold a continent of violence We've been knotting what should breathe Our masterpiece of make-believe Oh we're sewing wounds with silver chains A tapestry of "almosts" and "maybes" This love's a needle through my veins Pulling threads that never made us safety Morning finds us threadbare Two ghosts weaving air
[00:00.000] 作词 : 墨蚀Moss [00:01.000] 作曲 : 墨蚀Moss [00:02.000] 编曲 : 墨蚀Moss [00:12.716]Your coffee cup leaves rings on my letters [00:19.633]Fingerprints fogging up December [00:25.675]We stitch apologies with trembling hands [00:31.532]But the needle keeps slipping through the sand [00:38.022]Oh we're sewing wounds with silver chains [00:44.867]A tapestry of "almosts" and "maybes" [00:50.767]This love's a needle through my veins [00:57.156]Pulling threads that never made us safety [01:07.423]The clock eats hours like sacrament [01:13.663]Your shadow dances with my discontent [01:20.043]We build cathedrals from burning wood [01:26.041]Call the ashes "understanding" when we could [01:32.274]Oh we're sewing wounds with silver chains [01:39.261]A tapestry of "almosts" and "maybes" [01:45.142]This love's a needle through my veins [01:51.652]Pulling threads that never made us safety [02:02.454]I finally read the map in your silence [02:08.879]Every fold a continent of violence [02:15.329]We've been knotting what should breathe [02:20.952]Our masterpiece of make-believe [02:30.016]Oh we're sewing wounds with silver chains [02:36.928]A tapestry of "almosts" and "maybes" [02:42.930]This love's a needle through my veins [02:49.288]Pulling threads that never made us safety [02:56.488]Morning finds us threadbare [03:02.577]Two ghosts weaving air
