Verse 1

We clock in, sleeves rolled, screens awake,

Sasha finds the line no eye would take.

Anton smooths the grain, gets every seam right,

Turning tired old fabric into something bright.

Pre-Chorus

One more pass, one steady hand,

We make the little details grand.

Chorus

Sasha and Anton, raising the bar,

Best retouchers, shaping every scar.

Drawing sofas, bringing each one through,

We’ve got the skill, we’ve got the crew.

When the deadline calls, we’ll see it through—

Everything will be alright; we know what to do.

Verse 2

A stubborn crease, a shade that’s slightly wrong,