Текст песни
Stitch by stitch, she mends the night
With tears that catch the candlelight
In her attic tower room
She weaves patterns from the gloom
Thimbles filled with children's sighs
Hemming holes where laughter dies
Buttons made from frozen tears
Sewing memories through the years
Every thread tells someone's tale
Every seam where hearts have failed
In her tapestry so pale
She's the seamstress of sorrows
Stitching dreams for all tomorrows
Needle sharp and fingers worn
Mending souls that have been torn
In her workshop of borrowed sorrows
Mannequins with empty chests
Wear the gowns of old regrets
Velvet ribbon, silver thread
Binding living to the dead
Who will mend her when she breaks?
Who will sew her heart's mistakes?
Every stitch she gives away
Leaves her more threadbare each day
She's the seamstress of sorrows
Weaving love through dark tomorrows
Though her fingers bleed and ache
Every stitch for others' sake
Stitch by stitch.. the pattern fades"In the tapestry she made"