Song Lyrics

You pull me into shapes that I can't get out of

Less is more than you want it to be
Follow it down, there's an end to this stream
Held aloft in the dying of spring
How to pretend that you don't mean a thing?

You pull me into shapes that I can't get out of

Stretched linen cloth, nothing stays without stain
Wait for the pull to get out into the rain
The pull never came, now the sky's almost clear
Not laying blame for the fallowest years

I want it all
I want none

You pull me into shapes that I can't get out of

Tim Crabtree