Song | Cartoons And Macramé Wounds |
Artist | Mew |
Album | No more stories Are told today I'm sorry They washed away No more stories The world is grey I'm tired Let's wash away |
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You drew me cartoons so playful | |
(Did you run away?) | |
I'm stuck now, I'll carry light in a while | |
I'm stuck now that I'm carried white to the side | |
(Memories drown) | |
And you drew me cartoons so playful | |
Nobody's gone tonight | |
You drew me cartoons | |
You watch it, the way you're always keeping score | |
You keep in store | |
You keep it | |
I'm not you – what a waste, me | |
When you give all you got and there's already made plans | |
Put your hand in mine | |
We will go skating | |
On the thinnest ice that we can find | |
It takes me summer to say | |
It takes me winter in a day | |
Honestly, see | |
They're like you and me | |
Frozen when we start | |
We cannot help it | |
Easy to discard, taken apart | |
Put your hand in mine | |
We will go skating | |
On the thinnest ice that we can find | |
Tonight I'm watching the sky | |
The creatures you drew | |
They remain alive | |
The cushion's lighter | |
And what do you want? | |
Is this what happens to us now? | |
Sunk beneath the sea | |
That's no way to be | |
What came over me? | |
Drawn and held with you | |
This is what we do | |
We are weaving wounds | |
94 | |
Macreamé | |
I'm a let you know | |
And just saying won't make it so | |
I'm a say the words | |
In cemented ears they are heard | |
Would you like to be a crease in parasols? | |
Did I need to know? A wound in macramé | |
Through all this we decipher! | |
And what's worse: we're no wiser! |
You drew me cartoons so playful | |
Did you run away? | |
I' m stuck now, I' ll carry light in a while | |
I' m stuck now that I' m carried white to the side | |
Memories drown | |
And you drew me cartoons so playful | |
Nobody' s gone tonight | |
You drew me cartoons | |
You watch it, the way you' re always keeping score | |
You keep in store | |
You keep it | |
I' m not you what a waste, me | |
When you give all you got and there' s already made plans | |
Put your hand in mine | |
We will go skating | |
On the thinnest ice that we can find | |
It takes me summer to say | |
It takes me winter in a day | |
Honestly, see | |
They' re like you and me | |
Frozen when we start | |
We cannot help it | |
Easy to discard, taken apart | |
Put your hand in mine | |
We will go skating | |
On the thinnest ice that we can find | |
Tonight I' m watching the sky | |
The creatures you drew | |
They remain alive | |
The cushion' s lighter | |
And what do you want? | |
Is this what happens to us now? | |
Sunk beneath the sea | |
That' s no way to be | |
What came over me? | |
Drawn and held with you | |
This is what we do | |
We are weaving wounds | |
94 | |
Macreame | |
I' m a let you know | |
And just saying won' t make it so | |
I' m a say the words | |
In cemented ears they are heard | |
Would you like to be a crease in parasols? | |
Did I need to know? A wound in macrame | |
Through all this we decipher! | |
And what' s worse: we' re no wiser! |
You drew me cartoons so playful | |
Did you run away? | |
I' m stuck now, I' ll carry light in a while | |
I' m stuck now that I' m carried white to the side | |
Memories drown | |
And you drew me cartoons so playful | |
Nobody' s gone tonight | |
You drew me cartoons | |
You watch it, the way you' re always keeping score | |
You keep in store | |
You keep it | |
I' m not you what a waste, me | |
When you give all you got and there' s already made plans | |
Put your hand in mine | |
We will go skating | |
On the thinnest ice that we can find | |
It takes me summer to say | |
It takes me winter in a day | |
Honestly, see | |
They' re like you and me | |
Frozen when we start | |
We cannot help it | |
Easy to discard, taken apart | |
Put your hand in mine | |
We will go skating | |
On the thinnest ice that we can find | |
Tonight I' m watching the sky | |
The creatures you drew | |
They remain alive | |
The cushion' s lighter | |
And what do you want? | |
Is this what happens to us now? | |
Sunk beneath the sea | |
That' s no way to be | |
What came over me? | |
Drawn and held with you | |
This is what we do | |
We are weaving wounds | |
94 | |
Macreamé | |
I' m a let you know | |
And just saying won' t make it so | |
I' m a say the words | |
In cemented ears they are heard | |
Would you like to be a crease in parasols? | |
Did I need to know? A wound in macramé | |
Through all this we decipher! | |
And what' s worse: we' re no wiser! |