I was laid up in a blue bed
And talking to the apparition
He was spitting out his history
I was young and liked to listen
And I would listen to the whispers.
I was noticing my mother hang her hands
Into the water of a well
Where little pincers snipped the tips
Off all her fingers.
I was crying like a singer:
"Ooh, la la la."

My friend's a flash of red hair
And we took off our clothes
Where it was cool inside the closet
And the floor it started pounding
As the killer came across it.
I was staring at a spider
Spinning out a silver wire
It was hauling up a robin
That had broken from his brothers
We were singing to each other:
"Ooh, la la la."

Well, a woman is a weaver
Hide your home inside the cedars
She is weeping when I leave her
Carve a door for little squeezers
And this little room is lonely
We can crawl along inside there
There are only bones inside it
Here's the coolness of the metal
And this little room is quiet
I was talking to the apparition
I had found another planet
On the morning I went missing
I was staring at my father
I was young and liked to listen
As he held his little daughter
I was starting to exist and
I awoke and had recovered
I guess I hadn't been before that
I was ice until I was water
He was saying I was missing
I was ice until I was water
I was trying to remember
Or I hadn't been before that
I had just begun existing
And the universe was shaking
Because the universe was breaking
I had walked out from the weather
I was missing like a feather
As I saw my little sister.

We were singing to each other,
and she said, "Do you want to see?"
And I said "Do you want to breathe?"
And we sang "Ooh, la la la..."


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Weave Room Blues song meanings
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