Needle and Thread
Wish on a magic lamp, castles of crumbling matter
Sand forming images of fortress abound
Coffee or tea at dawn? How do you take this number?
Placate and pacify, we're safe and sound
I met a woman once, wrapped up in robes of splendor
She taught me how to keep my pretty mouth shut
Then I learned how to sing, working in my garden
Learned how to fill my lungs, cut by cut
With needle and thread I tried to write her a song
With needle and thread I tried to sew us along
I don't know what to do, I don't know how to sew
I don't know what to do anymore
Wish on a magic lamp, castles of crumbling matter
Sand forming images, we're safe and sound