Stitches in the Jasmine Hem

[Intro]
[Verse]
Dust motes drift in the sun
The afternoon has begun
Silver needles start to gleam
Stitching up a faded dream
Nineteen-twenty-something silk
Soft and pale as morning milk
[Pre-Chorus]
Thread catches on my steel
The silent memories feel so real
A golden age upon the wheel
The broken seams begin to heal
[Chorus]
A pressed jasmine in the hem
A secret kept for them
Faded dance-card stubs of grey
The music lives today
She spun across the floor
Through the open door
[Verse]
I find a tear
Left by a dancer there
She wore this heavy, antique lace
With timeless grace
She left without a name
But lit a flame
[Chorus]
A pressed jasmine in the hem
A secret kept for them
Faded dance-card stubs of grey
The music lives today
She spun across the floor
Through the open door
[Bridge]
The French horn starts to blow
And the shadows grow
The harpsichord is bright
In the dying light
We mend what time forgot
With one tight knot
[Hook]
Golden threads that glow
Moving soft and slow
Watch the patterns flow
In the light below
[Rondo Finale]
I sew the seam
To catch a golden dream
The scent of jasmine is sweet
Where they meet
The dress is whole at last
Rescued from the past
The dancers spin away
Into a brand new day
[Outro]