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You have synesthesia which allow you to see colors from sound, you have always see black and white before you met Bucky. He filled your life with colors with his voice.
Play the song
Stitch sew cut pull
Stitch sew cut and pull
Stitch sew cut pull
Stitch sew cut and pull
Stitch sew cut pull
Stitch sew cut and pull
Stitch sew cut pull
Stitch sew cut and pull
It's all you do while waiting for your husband, Bucky, return from the war. You made all sorts of clothes for him, you were a tailor and that's how you met. He came into your shop asking you to make a suit, you immediately fell in love with him on the first sight.
80 degrees, hemmed by reveries
Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
Off-grain fabric tells a different tale
Tailored frequencies need to be repaired
Everything need to be perfect, for Bucky, the love of your life.
Oh God, you missed him so much. Each moment you spent without him revealed how much he meant to you.
Every fabric that you chose to use for his clothes have its own tale. From their color, texture and their materials. Everything represent your sentiment for him during his absence.
Seven a.m is when the station plays its sounds
Listening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place
Scissors separate the yellow from the white
Good morning, small-town listeners
You always plays the radio when you're making clothes for him, just to hear the news that war is over so you can reunite with Bucky again.
Thimbles coat my fingers
Feed dogs are jamming up
The thread comes in tangles
I see such pretty things
FM comes in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Color-coded by the love he gave to me
It's been a long time since you last heard his voice, it felt like century. You still wither away in your sewing machine, as always making clothes for him.
This is the first time you heard the sounds from the radio speaks 'the war is over!' But where is the color?
Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
Every day, it feels like seams are more than torn
You're supposed to be happy that the war is over, but something's off....
Where is the color of your life?
Buttoned patchwork, thread that's tied in knots
Hand-sew everything with kind intention
Liquid sound waves pour from my eyes
My heart cries out to you in desperation
Where is my color, Bucky? Where are you? War is over, where are you?
Where are you?
I miss you Bucky, where are you?
Where are you?
The liquid sound waves pour from your eyes as you realize.
Seven a.m is when the station plays its sounds
Listening to the speaker while the patterns sew into place
Unmistakably, he'll return alive
His colors ought to show again
His voice, his color would fill my life again.
He will be back.
He must come back.
But all I heard was:
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
NO:
blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
HOW?
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
WHY?
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
Blue and green and yellow and red;
THESE AREN'T THE COLORS I SHOULD SEE
FM comes in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Color-coded by the love he gave to me
Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
Every day, it feels like seams are more than torn
I shall follow your step, my dear.
If you don't understand:
Bucky died
Y/n in denial
Y/n starts to realize
Y/n become insane
Y/n went to meet Bucky on the other side
Watch the vid it's good and the song
No angst corner:
Y/n got to the other side 'safely'.
"Bucky!"
"Y/n" bucky ran to you and hug you.
"You musn't go first and leave me alone."
"I'm sorry babydoll. I don't know that all this would happen to me."
"By the way, this is all the clothes I made for you while you're away." You dumped all the clothes, almost as tall as mountain, onto Bucky.
"Wow, doll, this is..."
"Hahhahaha I know, but there's nothing to do while you're gone Buck."
"Yeah...but now we'll be together forever."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
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