Loose threads...
I've been sewing out
My beating heart baby
From your red, red cardigan

And when everything else in between
Falls like stars on the backlit canopy
You'll be something I've never seen
Something that once could be.

This is the last seam
The last one for tonight.
Let the music fix it.
Let the sky eat it alive.

My baby, baby beating heart
It's the last part.
You already have the rest of me
(I gave it all for free).

All but this.