​knitting song Paris Paloma

[Verse 1]
The deft, agile fingers in firelight flicker
Skin laced in wrinkles that made needles sing
There, love is concreted with quietened breathing
Simple entwining of intimate string
It's a beautiful thing

[Verse 2]
At stockinged knees sitting, I watching, her knitting
Intent on her fixing my little hands' mess
She's sure she can save it, even with hands shaking
She had such a patience that I don't possess
I was such a small pest

[Chorus]
Let us sit so quietly
In firеlight, I know you'd die for me
How gentlе can our violence be
'Tween finger and thumb
I'm sorry I'm repetitive
Don't mind, I keep forgetting it
So long as it's my thread, not the depths of our love

[Verse 3]
Two girls in their twenties, slowed down getting ready
As one said, "Please help me, for it's cold tonight"
In our undergarments, she passed me the scarf and
Said, "I never learned how to cast off right"