[Intro] [Bright acoustic guitar strumming] [Steady, upbeat percussion begins] [Verse 1] 14-count Aida, Linen woven fine, She’s spent years chasing every line. Between laundry piles and lunches for the kids, She found a rhythm in the things her needle did. A skein of DMC, a needle minder’s click, Building our world, with every single stitch. The house loud, the world moving fast, She was building something she knew was gonna last. [Chorus - Full and Uplifting] My cross stitch goddess, holder of my name, Turning tangled orts into pictures with frames. Parking and confetti or frogging through the night, Making backstitch shadows shiny and bright. Years in the making, a lifetime in thread, More and more stash tucked under our bed. [Verse 2] Dragon in the hallway with a thousand scales of gold, Hummingbirds in flight that never grow old. Ship on the ocean, its sails against the breeze, She stitched every whitecap on those seas. Monopoly Board is finished, every property and square, A thousand hours of focus and a hundred little prayers. She worked double as a mother and a wife, Then sat down in the evening to stitch our life. [Bridge - Emotive and Warm] It isn't just a hobby, it isn't just a WIP, It’s the anchor of our home, the captain of our ship. Kids finally sleeping, floors finally clean, She’d find herself lost in a chest full of skeins. No UFOs left hanging, no BAPs left on the shelf, Every X she ever made was a piece of her own self. [Chorus - Building Energy] My cross stitch goddess, holder of my name, Turning tangled orts into pictures with frames. Parking and confetti or frogging through the night, Making backstitch shadows shiny and bright. Years in the making, a lifetime in thread, More and more stash tucked under our bed. [Outro] [Acoustic guitar fades slowly] [Final needle minder click sound] [End]
