Chris Prescott - Drawstring lyrics

Sitting across from you Your hand falls to the side When you hear the suggestion You're running from the light It's the pull of the drawstring That comes as a surprise When you're so close to heaven I'll help you take the dive I might fall I might break down No one Can outstound you there How many thoughts How many wishes going drive When you loosen your grip And all your demons got by With a head full of steam And a singleness of mind You'll get into the beach Make a motion in time What is What is not What is What is not Fading falling