Clothes Lyrics

I'm climbing up the ladder of your tights

You've fallen in the hole of my sock

These underpants don't feel right

I think they're yours

I guess I forgot

As I get older my clothes don't fit

It seems my seams have seen enough

I've been pulling on a a zip

And now it's broken off

I need some bread to thread my threads

This situation needs taking up

In my shoes no one dare tread

My towelling robe

Once absorbed so much

I own a number of faded shirts

Some of which you can see right through

Perished by time and stained by dirt

What's now grey

Was once bright blue

Every rip and tear can tell a story

While little holes grow and grow

Pulling threads out from the fabric

Frays the edges of my soul

Every rip and tear can tell a story

While little holes grow and grow

Pulling threads out from the fabric

What does it mean well I don't know

I'm climbing up the ladder of your tights

You've fallen in the hole of my sock

These underpants don't feel right

Now would you mind

If I took them off

I wouldn't mind

You say you wouldn't mind

I would not mind

You tell me that you wouldn't mind

I would not mind

You tell me that you wouldn't mind if I took them off