Lyrics

Verse 1

The warp is the wall I never built The weft is the window I never opened The shuttle is my hand The hand is not my hand The crossing is the only thing that happened

Pre-Chorus

I am not the weaver I am not the thread I am the space between them Where the room is made

Chorus

The weave is the event The weave is the event The crossing is the room The room is the crossing

Verse 2

The thread is copper in the afternoon The colour of a room I never entered The cloth is half the wall The wall is half the cloth The unfinished part is where I live

Pre-Chorus

I am not the weaver I am not the thread I am the space between them Where the room is made

Chorus

The weave is the event The weave is the event The crossing is the room The room is the crossing

Bridge

The hand is not a hand The hand is a thread The thread is not a thread The thread is a room The room is not a room The room is a crossing The crossing is not an event The crossing is a weave

Chorus

The weave is the event The weave is the event The crossing is the room The room is the crossing

Outro

The weave is not a metaphor The weave is a weave