| Song | Cartoons And Macramé Wounds |
| Artist | Mew |
| Album | No more stories Are told today I'm sorry They washed away No more stories The world is grey I'm tired Let's wash away |
| You drew me cartoons so playful | |
| (Did you run away?) | |
| I'm stuck now, I'll carry light in a while | |
| I'm stuck now that I'm carried white to the side | |
| (Memories drown) | |
| And you drew me cartoons so playful | |
| Nobody's gone tonight | |
| You drew me cartoons | |
| You watch it, the way you're always keeping score | |
| You keep in store | |
| You keep it | |
| I'm not you – what a waste, me | |
| When you give all you got and there's already made plans | |
| Put your hand in mine | |
| We will go skating | |
| On the thinnest ice that we can find | |
| It takes me summer to say | |
| It takes me winter in a day | |
| Honestly, see | |
| They're like you and me | |
| Frozen when we start | |
| We cannot help it | |
| Easy to discard, taken apart | |
| Put your hand in mine | |
| We will go skating | |
| On the thinnest ice that we can find | |
| Tonight I'm watching the sky | |
| The creatures you drew | |
| They remain alive | |
| The cushion's lighter | |
| And what do you want? | |
| Is this what happens to us now? | |
| Sunk beneath the sea | |
| That's no way to be | |
| What came over me? | |
| Drawn and held with you | |
| This is what we do | |
| We are weaving wounds | |
| 94 | |
| Macreamé | |
| I'm a let you know | |
| And just saying won't make it so | |
| I'm a say the words | |
| In cemented ears they are heard | |
| Would you like to be a crease in parasols? | |
| Did I need to know? A wound in macramé | |
| Through all this we decipher! | |
| And what's worse: we're no wiser! |
| You drew me cartoons so playful | |
| Did you run away? | |
| I' m stuck now, I' ll carry light in a while | |
| I' m stuck now that I' m carried white to the side | |
| Memories drown | |
| And you drew me cartoons so playful | |
| Nobody' s gone tonight | |
| You drew me cartoons | |
| You watch it, the way you' re always keeping score | |
| You keep in store | |
| You keep it | |
| I' m not you what a waste, me | |
| When you give all you got and there' s already made plans | |
| Put your hand in mine | |
| We will go skating | |
| On the thinnest ice that we can find | |
| It takes me summer to say | |
| It takes me winter in a day | |
| Honestly, see | |
| They' re like you and me | |
| Frozen when we start | |
| We cannot help it | |
| Easy to discard, taken apart | |
| Put your hand in mine | |
| We will go skating | |
| On the thinnest ice that we can find | |
| Tonight I' m watching the sky | |
| The creatures you drew | |
| They remain alive | |
| The cushion' s lighter | |
| And what do you want? | |
| Is this what happens to us now? | |
| Sunk beneath the sea | |
| That' s no way to be | |
| What came over me? | |
| Drawn and held with you | |
| This is what we do | |
| We are weaving wounds | |
| 94 | |
| Macreamé | |
| I' m a let you know | |
| And just saying won' t make it so | |
| I' m a say the words | |
| In cemented ears they are heard | |
| Would you like to be a crease in parasols? | |
| Did I need to know? A wound in macramé | |
| Through all this we decipher! | |
| And what' s worse: we' re no wiser! |