The Pull

Flowers fall out of my hair, of my hair
Light takes a pause in the air, in the air
Telling myself I don't care, I don't care
That's when I feel the pull

Visions of you fade away, fade away
Looking for love doesn't pay, doesn't pay
Going is right so I stay, so I stay
Giving in to the pull

Like a magnetized memory
Played in reverse
Like a whisper of hope
That makes everything worse

And it beckons and calls
And it tugs at the walls of my will
Push away, turn away
Run away but it follows me still
It catches me still

Everything wished is a waste, is a waste
Futures all fold in the haste, in the haste
Coming and gone interlaced, interlaced
Powerful is the pull

Like a tambourine playing
Without any band
Like a bird that won't eat
From a poisonous hand
Like a watery eye
That keeps looking for land
I try to deny the pull

But it beckons and calls
And it tugs at the walls of my will
Push away, turn away
Run away but it follows me still
It follows me still

But it beckons and calls
And it tugs at the walls of my will
Push away, turn away
Run away but it follows me still
It follows me still
It follows me still, the pull, the pull
It follows me still, the pull, the pull
It follows me still, the pull, the pull
It follows me still