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Paris Paloma - knitting song [Official Lyric Video]
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Lyrics:
The deft, agile fingers
In firelight flicker
Skin laced in wrinkles that made needles sing
There, love is concreted
With quietened breathing
Simple entwining of intimate string
It’s a beautiful thing
At stockinged knees sitting
I watching, her knitting
Intent on her fixing my little hands’ mess
She’s sure she can save it
Even with hands shaking
She had such a patience that I don’t possess
I was such a small pest
let us sit, so quietly,
in firelight I know you’d die for me
How gentle can our violence be
‘Tween finger and thumb
I’m sorry I’m repetitive
Don’t mind I keep forgetting it
So long as its my thread
Not the depths of her love
Two girls in their twenties
slowed down getting ready
As one said “please help me,
For its cold tonight.”
In our undergarments
She passed me the scarf and
Said “I never learned
how to cast off right”
For a moment I swore that
The light that I saw as
She handed the wool with a smile in the gloom
Was the firelight form
from the glow I was taught in
On grandmother’s hands in the cottage sitting room
Of course I’ll cast off for you
let us sit, so quietly,
in firelight I hope you’d die for me
How gentle can our violence be
‘Tween finger and thumb
I’m sorry I’m repetitive
Don’t mind you keep forgetting it
So long as its your thread
Not the depths of my love
#parispaloma #cacophony
Tour Tickets:
Follow Paris Paloma:
Lyrics:
The deft, agile fingers
In firelight flicker
Skin laced in wrinkles that made needles sing
There, love is concreted
With quietened breathing
Simple entwining of intimate string
It’s a beautiful thing
At stockinged knees sitting
I watching, her knitting
Intent on her fixing my little hands’ mess
She’s sure she can save it
Even with hands shaking
She had such a patience that I don’t possess
I was such a small pest
let us sit, so quietly,
in firelight I know you’d die for me
How gentle can our violence be
‘Tween finger and thumb
I’m sorry I’m repetitive
Don’t mind I keep forgetting it
So long as its my thread
Not the depths of her love
Two girls in their twenties
slowed down getting ready
As one said “please help me,
For its cold tonight.”
In our undergarments
She passed me the scarf and
Said “I never learned
how to cast off right”
For a moment I swore that
The light that I saw as
She handed the wool with a smile in the gloom
Was the firelight form
from the glow I was taught in
On grandmother’s hands in the cottage sitting room
Of course I’ll cast off for you
let us sit, so quietly,
in firelight I hope you’d die for me
How gentle can our violence be
‘Tween finger and thumb
I’m sorry I’m repetitive
Don’t mind you keep forgetting it
So long as its your thread
Not the depths of my love
#parispaloma #cacophony
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