My worn-out purple jacket has been with me through a lot
The hems are all frayed, and the pockets, they are shot
But still I love that purple jacket, with its painted suede
Torn and tattered from the ages, but not so much to stay
You spent darkened candled nights with a needle in your hand
Patching that sorry jacket, knowing full-well it wouldn't last
Still your stitching was precise, you even cut up your own skirt
Criss-crossing different colours in an orchestra unheard
By most in this damn world
My worn-out purple jacket- the object of my love
You patched it up for me just to watch it getting shoved
On the rowdy India trains and pelted by the rain
I tried to keep it tethered but it was all in vain
Love, I love that purple jacket
Love, such an easy word to say when you're talkin' bout
Clothes or coffee, or besties or fridays
It's so easy to say you love music, sex or desserts
But for person I loved most dearly I could only mouth the words
Love - I love that purple jacket but also love you
More than anything in this whole damn world
A stitch came undone the other day
And I have no clue what to do on my own
I wold fight off the foulest monsters for you
If you could only mend me whole
Love - I love that purple jacket but mostly you, Catherine
I love you, and I love my purple jacket too