If you’re willing to wait for the love of your life Please wait by the line And you know dispersive prisms rainbow But my native optimism isn’t broken by the light
The idea of life without company fell suddenly It crashed through the ceiling on me And pinned me to the pine And layer upon layer of hope and doubt Will crush bones to oil in time
Are you a pusher or are you a puller?
I pull the weight towards me And I lack the zest of a lemon, looking forward
Unless I have a woman pushing me
A canopy of red-billed quelea Passed over the blue A five hour flock, not one dives down To tell you the truth
As night falls, a quelea crawls And whispers on his last wings: So abundant are we, left alone I shall be But a waited phone never rings
Are you a pusher or are you a puller? I pull the weight towards me
And I lack the zest of a lemon, looking forward Unless I have a woman pushing me
Are you a pusher or are you a puller? We could hold hands for fifteen minutes in the sauna We could hold hands for a pool length under water
I can push and pull Her
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