More songs by Georgia Parker
Description
Relationships are like knitting without a pattern. At first, you just try it - loop by loop, until you notice the threads are tangled, and you untangle them together, laughing. Sometimes it feels like everything is about to fall apart - but no, someone skilfully catches the edge and stitches the heart back together with a neat stitch. There's a quiet happiness in this sound, the happiness of those who have stopped fearing closeness. When breathing aligns, and scars become part of the pattern. It's not a perfect fabric, but it's ours - with a nap, threads of varying thicknesses, and a warmth that can't be washed away.
Lyrics and translation
Original
It's nice when you miss me
That you're left wanting more
This morning you kissed me
As if you never have before
It's nice when it's over just to restart
We're a pattern repeating, go
Over and under my heart
You're stitching yourself through my every scar
Hiding my bad design, I've been trying quite hard
But now, you're my fabric
We are woven
It's nice when you tangle
Your legs into mine
It's nice when your angle
Is to get closer with time
Breathing in sync, feeding from the same vine
It's a pattern repeating, go
Over and under my heart
You're stitching yourself to my every part
Parts that I've hated and tortured and scorned
But now, I can't hide it
'Cause you know me too well
You're embroidered on my every cell
You're my fabric, we are woven
Over and under my heart
You're weaving
Go over and under my heart
You're weaving
Go over and under my heart
You're weaving
English translation
It's nice when you miss me
That you're left wanting more
This morning you kissed me
As if you never have before
It's nice when it's over just to restart
We're a pattern repeating, go
Over and under my heart
You're stitching yourself through my every scar
Hiding my bad design, I've been trying quite hard
But now, you're my fabric
We are woven
It's nice when you tangle
Your legs into mine
It's nice when your angle
Is to get closer with time
Breathing in sync, feeding from the same vine
It's a pattern repeating, go
Over and under my heart
You're stitching yourself to my every part
Parts that I've hated and tortured and scorned
But now, I can't hide it
'Cause you know me too well
You're embroidered on my every cell
You're my fabric, we are woven
Over and under my heart
You're weaving
Go over and under my heart
You're weaving
Go over and under my heart
You're weaving