1950-
These women get skeptical of their husbands/wife's and their intentions.
This drove them to insanity and intense depression.
And eventually, Everything goes downhill.
Leaving something behind..

Iris: Stich, Sew, Cut, Pull [x7]
I tried
Stich, Sew, Cut, Pull
You're alive!
Hah hah!
Hah hah!
Hah hah!

Atsuko: 80 degrees, hemmed by reveries
Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
Off-grain fabric tells a different tale
Tailored frequencies need to be repaired

Kasumi: 7AM is when the stations play it's sounds
Listening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place
Scissors separate the yellow from the white
Good morning small town listeners

Kazumi: Thimbles coat my fingers
Feed dogs are jamming up
The thread comes in tangles
I see such pretty things

Lizaveta: FM comes in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
Memories my heart are there to grieve
Colored-coded by love she gave to me

Michiko: Ah, her voice it speaks through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on a ironing board
Loosing bobbies under the tables, is it so?
Everyday it feels like seams are more than torn

Iris: Buttoned patchwork
Threads that's tied in knots
Hand-sew everything with kind intention
Liquid soundwaves pour from my eyes
My heart cries out to you, in desperation

Atsuko: 7AM is when the stations plays it's sounds
Listening to the speaker while the patterns sew into place
Unmistakably, he'll return alive
His colors ought to show again -

Kasumi: Black and white
No
Blue and Green and Yellow and Red
The radio only plays in

Kazumi: Black and white
No
Blue and Green and Yellow and Red
The radio only plays in

Lizaveta: Black and white
No
Blue and Green and Yellow and Red
The radio only plays in

Michiko: Black and white
No
Blue and Green and Yellow and Red
The radio only plays in

Iris: Black and white
No
Blue and Green and Yellow and Red
tHe RaDiO oNlY pLaYs In-

Atsuko: Black and white
No
Blue and Green and Yellow and Red
ThE rAdIo OnLy PlAyS iN--

Kasumi: Black and white
No
Blue and Green and Yellow and Red
tHE RaDIO oNLy pLayS IN---

Kazumi: Black and white
No
Blue and Green and Yellow and Red
ThE rADIO onlY PlAYs in----

Lizaveta: THESE AREN'T THE COLORS I SHOULD SEE
FM comes in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve

Michiko: Color-coded by the love she gave to me
Ah, her voice
It speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on a ironing board

Iris: Loosing bobbies under the tables, is it so?
Everyday it feels like seams are more than torn