The Pull Songtext
von Kreg Viesselman

Well, oh well, Jezebel
The friends that you′ve made
They're headed for hell
Lazy old fools
The sheep and the mules
They′re doing it just like you tell

And the sailors come
Between the storms
And they use you like a tool

They make their promises now
When they're hungry somehow
Just to break 'em when they′re full

Well, oh well, Jezebel

There′s a bird in your hand
And there's a dew in the well
No one knows why
The sparrow won′t fly
Nobody blamed you that it fell


Yes, it came to you
Like a newborn calf
And it left you like a bull
And you lost your hold
On your heartstrings I'm told
Oh, you felt the pull

The pull, the pull
Out on the edge
You think I′d learn
But down I descend
The pull, the pull
Back on the mend
Breaking my spirit again

Well, oh well, you ragged girl
I guess that you gave it a whirl
You're squeezing so hard
On that broken old shard
It′s like to turn into a pearl
And the sailors come
Between the storms
And they use you like a tool


And you lost your hold
On your heartstrings I'm told
Oh, you felt the pull
Yes, you lost your hold
On your heartstrings I'm told
Oh, you felt the pull