Lyrics On a Finely Sewn Sleeve - Frog Eyes

On a Finely Sewn Sleeve

And the loneliest man shall look to his left
Know that his brother holds two buttons left
And smiles to himself, for his shirt still holds three
Buttons on a finely sewn sleeve
And the tea that I drink is tepid, not warm
And the holes in my tent shall reveal some fine storm
And the tent next to me is a sheet tied to a tree
Come on sweet brother, and crawl in with me And he crawled in and slept, almost immediately he slept
Placed to the bonding wraiths, I couldn’t have handled it if he had wept
In the morning seems calm, and we go our separate ways
Carrying the mark of a snake to the end of our days
Whoa the world is a round clump of ice
Floating through space like a ram on a clump of ice
Come on sweet brother, and dance with the shadow
Come on sweet brother, and dance with the shadow
Come on sweet brother, and dance with the shadow
With me, with me, with me, with me With me, with me, with me, oh, oh, with me