The fabric between your hooves, an extension of you, flows Singing pretty melodies under the sun you know As you move along the plane, it's the love that will keep you in the game
You couldn't be more proud You fix your eyes on brighter sights and you give, and you give The seams are holding together your dreams... There are holes in everything!
Bend your legs into this dirt Let's understand dirt, let's find where dirt hurts Royal curls, that's what they called you, girl Let's understand curls, let's find where-
(Oh, you call this thing a heart Baby, there's something that's worse than dirt Consumed by selfish thoughts "Save me", you call to the girl you hurt Oh, you call this courtly love Baby, you sure got a lot to learn Used to be so beautiful Makes me sad to see you alone)
Now things are looking up! Every stitch brings you closer Each piece a new frame to build upon The foundations of castles that fall from the sky
But hold still! There's an echo standing guard at your wake Be still! Do you want the hues to be swapped again? Before you know it it'll be time to rearrange!
Tiempo tras tu partida Qué orgullo mirar atrás y ver el trabajo de tu vida Crecer sobre lo que se quedó atrás Cuéntame de tus amigas Cuéntame sobre cuando su historia se dio por vencida Y el querer sucumbió ante el querer volar
Tales of old love hang from the hems of your dresses Tell me, is there a way to recover the luster lost somewhere along the way? Tell me, what happened to harmony? Generosity used to radiate beauty; excited states of fabulous energy!
It is this life she wants, these are the friends she loves You find they are good ones, make this the best ever
Tightly with a double thread, each stitch knotted If I am on the table stick me with a needle I keep your hoofsies warm, restore my woof and warp This matter is so supple, take me for example
A pattern or a puzzle, Riemann or Rapunzel Shapeless without a body
If you only knew what all this cost What she gave up just to save her art What is fashion, fashion without love? Like an odradek, a spool without purpose There are holes in every last dress