Stitches Songtext

von Via Coma

I woke up this morning to my clothes laid out in order.
They were unerring and delicate.
Sewn of the finest.
We've got this bounce in our step that just can't be taken or stopped.
Resilience that is unmeasured, unparalleled.
Sewn of the finest.
Time's like a stitch ensnared and unraveling in thickets that never let go.
No one can choose of whom, or where they come from, they only can choose where to go.
Oh, what a mess of patches we've become undressed.
Stitch by stitch, we shed our skin; oblivious. Sewn of the finest.
And there's only so much that we can do cause all that we have is what we choose.