Needle and Thread

Needle and thread Stories untold Captured in photographs of young and the old Words left unsaid Measured the years These hands have built Out on a hill Strawberry trees A man with the news that You're off to the seas She falls to her knees Those were the years These hands have built She falls to her knees Those were the years These hands have built Pick up the axe and throw away Tear down the door Down to the the floor Out in the yard Roses in bloom Baskets of flowers And figs fill the room Through all the tears Those were the years These hands have built Under the moon Hums out a tune These hands have built Ooo woah Tear down the door Down to the floor Wooah You'll never be alone Pick up the axe and throw away Tear down the door Down to the floor yeahh Wooah You'll never be alone Needle and thread Laid him to rest Placed in a box with A tie on his chest Through all the tears Those were the years These hands have built