[00:00.000] 作词 : 墨蚀Moss
[00:01.000] 作曲 : 墨蚀Moss
[00:02.000] 编曲 : 墨蚀Moss
[00:12.716]Your coffee cup leaves rings on my letters
[00:19.633]Fingerprints fogging up December
[00:25.675]We stitch apologies with trembling hands
[00:31.532]But the needle keeps slipping through the sand
[00:38.022]Oh we're sewing wounds with silver chains
[00:44.867]A tapestry of "almosts" and "maybes"
[00:50.767]This love's a needle through my veins
[00:57.156]Pulling threads that never made us safety
[01:07.423]The clock eats hours like sacrament
[01:13.663]Your shadow dances with my discontent
[01:20.043]We build cathedrals from burning wood
[01:26.041]Call the ashes "understanding" when we could
[01:32.274]Oh we're sewing wounds with silver chains
[01:39.261]A tapestry of "almosts" and "maybes"
[01:45.142]This love's a needle through my veins
[01:51.652]Pulling threads that never made us safety
[02:02.454]I finally read the map in your silence
[02:08.879]Every fold a continent of violence
[02:15.329]We've been knotting what should breathe
[02:20.952]Our masterpiece of make-believe
[02:30.016]Oh we're sewing wounds with silver chains
[02:36.928]A tapestry of "almosts" and "maybes"
[02:42.930]This love's a needle through my veins
[02:49.288]Pulling threads that never made us safety
[02:56.488]Morning finds us threadbare
[03:02.577]Two ghosts weaving air