GHOST, GUMI (グミ) - Housewife Radio lyrics
[GHOST, GUMI グミ - Housewife Radio lyrics]
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
Hah hah hah hah
Hah hah hah hah
80 degrees, hemmed by reveries
Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
Off-grain fabric tells a different tale
Tailored frequencies need to be repaired
Seven am is when the station plays it's sound
Listening to the speaker while the
Patterns pin into place
Scissors separate thе yellow from the white
Good morning, small town listеners
Thimbles coat my fingers
Feed 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
Seven am when the station plays it's sounds
Listening to the speaker while the
Patterns sew into place
Umistakably, 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 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 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 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 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 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 plays in
These aren't the color I should see
FM comes in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Colored-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
Stitch sew cut pull stitch sew cut and pull
Stitch sew I tried stitch sew you're alive
Hah hah hah hah
Hah hah hah hah
80 degrees, hemmed by reveries
Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
Off-grain fabric tells a different tale
Tailored frequencies need to be repaired
Seven am is when the station plays it's sound
Listening to the speaker while the
Patterns pin into place
Scissors separate thе yellow from the white
Good morning, small town listеners
Thimbles coat my fingers
Feed 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
Seven am when the station plays it's sounds
Listening to the speaker while the
Patterns sew into place
Umistakably, 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 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 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 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 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 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 plays in
These aren't the color I should see
FM comes in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Colored-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