Songtext von The Loom Pedal

Simple signals sung until we're hoarse A thread across a great expanse Severed in the middle like a bullet to the sinew Shall we dance Exhausted, interred When vertices spur, the shuttle returns Orchestrated effort adding elements in conjuring ideals Coordinated passage is a fragile, braided reason to reveal As soon as i find a good tree to climb The image rewinds I've said my share in aches, maligned & migrained But write cos it's a fool's errand Busy, busy, busy