Drawstring by Pinback
Sitting a cross room, your hand falls aside
And you hear the suggestion, your journeying from the light
It's the pull of a drawstring, that comes as a surprise
When you're so close to heaven, I'll help you take the time
I might fall, I might break down,
No one, can outstand me
How many thoughts, how many wishes gonna drive
When you're loosing your grip and all your demons got ready to fight
With a head full of steam and the single this is miles astray
Go to the beach, we'll make the most of our time
There is, and there is none
There is, and there is none
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