MewithoutYou, Timbre - In a Sweater Poorly Knit lyrics
[MewithoutYou, Timbre - In a Sweater Poorly Knit lyrics]
In a sweater poorly knit
And an unsuspecting smile
Little Moses drifts downstream in the Nile
A fumbling reply, an awkward rigid laugh
And I'm carried helpless by
My floating basket raft
Your flavor in my mind's
Back and forth between
Sweeter than any wine
As bitter as mustard greens
And it's light and dark as
Honeydew and pumpernickel bread
The trap I set for you seems
To have caught my leg instead
Go plow some other field
And try and forget my name
We'll see what harvest yields, and
Supposing I'd do the same
I planted rows of peas
By the first week of July
They should have come up to my knees
But they were maybe ankle high
Take the fingers from your flute
To weave your colored yarns
And boil down your fruit to
Preserves in mason jars
And the books are overdue and
The goats are underfed
The trap I set for you seems
To have caught my leg instead
You're a door-without-a-key
A field-without-a-fence
You made a holy fool of me
And I've thanked you ever since
And if she comes circling back
We'll end where we'd begun
Like two pennies on the train track
The train crushed into one
But, if I'm a crown without a king
If I'm a broken open seed
If I come without a thing
Then I come with all I need
No boat out in the blue
No place to rest your head
The trap I set for you seems
To have caught my leg instead
I do not exist, I do not exist
I do not exist
I do not exist, I do not exist
I do not exist
I do not exist, I do not exist
I do not exist
I do not exist, only You exist
I do not exist
And an unsuspecting smile
Little Moses drifts downstream in the Nile
A fumbling reply, an awkward rigid laugh
And I'm carried helpless by
My floating basket raft
Your flavor in my mind's
Back and forth between
Sweeter than any wine
As bitter as mustard greens
And it's light and dark as
Honeydew and pumpernickel bread
The trap I set for you seems
To have caught my leg instead
Go plow some other field
And try and forget my name
We'll see what harvest yields, and
Supposing I'd do the same
I planted rows of peas
By the first week of July
They should have come up to my knees
But they were maybe ankle high
Take the fingers from your flute
To weave your colored yarns
And boil down your fruit to
Preserves in mason jars
And the books are overdue and
The goats are underfed
The trap I set for you seems
To have caught my leg instead
You're a door-without-a-key
A field-without-a-fence
You made a holy fool of me
And I've thanked you ever since
And if she comes circling back
We'll end where we'd begun
Like two pennies on the train track
The train crushed into one
But, if I'm a crown without a king
If I'm a broken open seed
If I come without a thing
Then I come with all I need
No boat out in the blue
No place to rest your head
The trap I set for you seems
To have caught my leg instead
I do not exist, I do not exist
I do not exist
I do not exist, I do not exist
I do not exist
I do not exist, I do not exist
I do not exist
I do not exist, only You exist
I do not exist