Flowers are toys, Bees are old boys
She wears a dress like a song wears a voice
A terrible choice, A girl over boy
The boots of a man and the hooves of a horse
Incarnate hour, Surgical charm
Her eyebrows are just like the ink of a brush
Needles are thin and kept in a tin
Time is a wind sweeping everything clean
Left in the sun without its lid on
The texture is leached by the white of the sheet
The bed is unmade
it’s a wonderful day
The curtains behave like the soul of a wave
A house is deserted so nobody heard
The ring of a phone, it was starting to rain
Her makeup was leaking
She just didn’t need it
Her eyebrows are just link the ink of a brush
The texture explodes so deliciously slow
The curtains rejoice like the sea of a coast
Bow to the host, not to the toast
Glasses that sing when you rub them with skin
Back is across the cheek of a rock
Things live below with stomach of stone
Flowers arrive they live in the like
The base of a stone is a wonderful home
Mountains are pure they’re never unsure
They’re rocks are so old that they haven’t been sold
She told me a story ‘bout how someone had hurt her
Her freckly face was full of kindness and grace
I love jumping rocks, it’s one thing I got
I jump like a doe, I wish I wasn’t alone
Help me to find the time to be kind
Give me a call I want to tell you it all
Needles are sly they hide from your eyes
All the buckets of blood from all the fingers and thumbs
Forests are free there’s nothing they need
I lie on the needles listening to its beetles
The scent of the worm the coo of a bird
The creak of the wood everything as it should
The clack of my bones the thought of blood as it flows
The tremulous heart as it falters and starts
Pieces of glass are no longer sharp
Bottles thrown into the sea long ago
Kids on the beach learning to drink
Eventually tossed into the foam in the rocks
Hearing a new song for the very first time
It started me sobbing like it pulled something from me
Listening to songs I used to when I was young
Remembering friends when we all hated our beds
We giggle and croon, cackle and swoon
Keeping each other close like sisters and brothers
I’ve been missing the past ever since I was cast
And now that I’m old
Now that I’m old
I miss you 10,000-fold

Lyrics submitted by Raving Lunatic

Needles song meanings
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