Ancoats Thread

[Verse 1]
The towpath by the Irk last November,
your coat was the cobalt I remember.
The streetlights stitched a loose gold seam
on the black water of a half-forgotten dream.

[Pre-Chorus]
And you said "I think we've lost the grain,"
every line of the map pulling in the rain.
You traced the frayed edge of my cuff, saying
"Just following the warp isn't enough."

[Chorus]
You're the pattern I couldn't plan,
a beautiful flaw in the weave of a man.

[Verse 2]
The Ancoats chill, it bit the bone,
heard the Metrolink's low, clattering drone.
You pulled your hood up, laughed and said,
"Are we coming undone at the thread?"

[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause we went on and lost the grain,
every line on the map washed out in the rain.
You traced the frayed edge of my cuff, knowing
just following the warp isn't enough.

[Chorus]
You're the pattern I couldn't plan,
a beautiful flaw in the weave of a man.

[Bridge]
(Whispered crowd vocals enter, pulsing rhythmically)
A sacred seam, a holy tear...
I worship the way you unravel here.
I worship the way you unravel here.

[Outro]
Just the Ancoats thread...
caught in your hand.