歌词
Winding thread around a spool
Insects gather at the light above
(x2)
They think it's the moon
And they'll die soon
Fall into the loom
Pheromones and tears
Are woves
Into shirts for you
By day
Machines will make the song
That lives within my limbs all day long
Pull and turn
Twist and thread
Wrapping skeins around my neck
A sawtooth roof
To catch the northern light
Not the arctic kind
Insects watch, from above
Always there
Always there
They think it's the moon
And they'll die soon
Fall into the loom
Pheromones and tears
Are woven
Into shirts for you
They think it's the moon
And they'll die soon
Fall into the loom
Pheromones and tears
Are woven
Into shirts for you