Sewing Song Songtext
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The rain waltzed in on the heels of the spring, and it polished my baby eyes
And I didn't get a lot of sleep, but I learned how to speak in the week I spent on God's time
I scribbled and I sprinted and I scrubbed up my hands, and I cleaned out my head
But with each measured twitch of its steady, steady hands, the standard clock dragged me in again
The world's gonna give you what it damn well wants
And you don't have to be content
But if you make friends with your misery, it'll swallow you up
And your anchors are all that you will be left with
And I didn't get a lot of sleep, but I learned how to speak in the week I spent on God's time
I scribbled and I sprinted and I scrubbed up my hands, and I cleaned out my head
But with each measured twitch of its steady, steady hands, the standard clock dragged me in again
The world's gonna give you what it damn well wants
And you don't have to be content
But if you make friends with your misery, it'll swallow you up
And your anchors are all that you will be left with
The telephone lines were left split, spitting and screaming, and the news died at our doors
But our bones didn't crumble, our lungs still pumped without our TVs or department stores
I tossed out my plans and I tore up some ties that I might try to sew up later
But for now, it seems good fences will make for the very best neighbors
The world's gonna give you what it damn well wants
And you don't have to be content
But if you make friends with your misery, it'll swallow you up
And your anchors are all that you will be left with
Summer wipes its feet on the welcome mat
We watch the waves as they leap and collapse
And Grace is smiling with her feet under the tide
Like Corey said, "Goddamn, it's great to be alive."
But our bones didn't crumble, our lungs still pumped without our TVs or department stores
I tossed out my plans and I tore up some ties that I might try to sew up later
But for now, it seems good fences will make for the very best neighbors
The world's gonna give you what it damn well wants
And you don't have to be content
But if you make friends with your misery, it'll swallow you up
And your anchors are all that you will be left with
Summer wipes its feet on the welcome mat
We watch the waves as they leap and collapse
And Grace is smiling with her feet under the tide
Like Corey said, "Goddamn, it's great to be alive."
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