Sew by Ehret Lyrics

Fell down and through
Your fingers my dear
I’ve landed nowhere
No nutrients bother
With seed from no father
Orphanage paradox

So tell me about your idol and preference
Recalcitrant pagan or self righteous christian
Your god takes your form
There’s something in store
Both called to arms by a build up of sparks
But whose hand strikes the flint to watch as it burns from afar?
Oh mourning star

You’ve fallen down and down
Like lightning
Why am I so bent over you?
What fear could you ever truly evoke?

Lying nagging whisper sans his dad
No longer strong yet ironclad
There’s only ever truly been one
The only tutor I’ve ever had
As my brain making all these demands
It called for you to save us both