Track Insight / Lyrics
We woke in a box on a Ginza shelf
Dust on the stitching, dust on ourselves
A salaryman bought us, paid the yen
Now we walk the alley, once again
The drizzle bites at the wrist bone seams
We sing the song of the harbor dreams
We are the midnight stitch and thread
Binding the living, binding the dead
No lantern tower, no foghorn cry
Just two old gloves beneath the sky
He strikes a match, cupped against the rain
Flare dies quick on the wet cement stain
His fingers stiffen, white with the cold
We wrap the bone in a leather hold
The drizzle bites at the wrist bone seams
We sing the song of the harbor dreams
We are the midnight stitch and thread
Binding the living, binding the dead
No lantern tower, no foghorn cry
Just two old gloves beneath the sky
A cat watches from a rusted fire escape
We hear the distant Shinkansen shake
The vending machine hums its electric hymn
We map the city by the shape of him
No salt spray here, no crashing wave
Just sign-light reflection on a pavement cave
But the rhythm holds, the pulse is true
We keep the dark warm for me and you
We are the midnight stitch and thread
Binding the living, binding the dead
No lantern tower, no foghorn cry
Just two old gloves beneath the sky
The salaryman checks his watch, moves on
We feel the dawn coming, pale and wan
He boards the train at the Shinjuku gate
We rest in the pocket, content to wait
We are the midnight stitch and thread
Binding the living, binding the dead
No lantern tower, no foghorn cry
Just two old gloves beneath the sky
Just two old gloves beneath the sky
Rain on leather, rain on stone
The light keeps burning when we're alone
