Текст песни
Thread through a needle that isnae there
Pull it taut and the room goes still
Hands on the table counted and counted
Every finger kens the patterns will
We sang in the barn loft batteries low
The wires hummed back what we didnae know
A tornado remembered where it began
And followed every thread along its plan
The loom the loom the terrible machine
It weaves us close it weaves us in between
Are we the weavers or are we the thread?
The pattern answers naething that we said
A bairn spoke a name in a tongue untaught
The kitchen filled wi something vast and auld
Every road we walked was already spun
Every thread we pulled still held us in its hold
The loom the loom the terrible machine
It weaves us close it weaves us in between
Are we the weavers or are we the thread?
The pattern kens what naebody has said
Hush now hush now the shuttles running slow
The loom still turns where we cannae go
