Hem by The Western Den Lyrics

Found me on a fixed dream
Hanging by a fixed seam
Is there anybody hanging with me?
Hemmed up waiting
All still waiting
Let the water wade in past the tide
Be gracious rain falls
Invariably in line

If you're a thread, I’m a sharp knife
Always cutting loose ties
It's habitual, akin to repeat
Hemmed up waiting
All still waiting
A solder too decayed to gratify
Your hands expecting
To be invariably in mine

There's a certain kind of love I need
All intently breathing
What a pretty little homily
If only it would keep me
I’ve been swimming in salts
Just to feel my blood burning again
But the stinging rings cold
An idle moan, these eyes don't know
That I don't know
A wreck upon a side road
Kept behind the silo
Invisible to sight, though
Hemmed up waiting
All still waiting
Let the water wade in, a calm reside
A silent siren, a hope arriving
To salvage from the wreckage
An oversight, a young surmise
That we invariably align

There's a certain kind of love I need
All intently breathing
What a pretty little homily
If only it would keep me
I've been swimming in salts
Just to feel my blood burning again
But the stinging rings cold
An idle moan, these eyes don't know
That I don't know