Pulling the Wool Songtext
von Christopher Wilson

Pulling the wool on the fragile
The meek go down a drain
Poured into promises
Stomped onto those premises

Wander into the night light
Close down the windows and shades
All that debating exceeds relation
To any sort of confirmation
Enclosure

Crammed into this state of surrender
Do I, do I, do I, do I realize
That one way to do this much better
The only thing, somebody was

Pulling the wool on the fragile
Pulling so tight on those reins
Making me a statue of status
Raking me, my heavy habit


Wander into the white light
Come crashing through these panes
And give to me the charm of life now
I′ll take from you what will suffice now
Composure

Crammed into this state of surrender
Do I, do I, do I, do I realize
That one way to do this much better
The only thing, somebody was

Pulling the wool
Pulling the wool on the fragile (somebody was)
Pulling the wool (somebody was)
Pulling the wool on the fragile (somebody was)
Pulling the wool (somebody was)
Pulling the wool on the fragile (somebody was)
Pulling the wool (somebody was)
Pulling the wool on the fragile (somebody was)
Pulling the wool (somebody was)