Pusher

If you're willing to wait for the love of your life
Please wait by the line
And you know dispersive prisms rainbow
But my native optimism isn't broken by the light
It crashed through the ceiling on me
And pinned me to the pine
And layer upon layer of hope and doubt
Will crush bones to oil in time
I pull the weight towards me
Passed over the blue
To tell you the truth
And whispers on his last wings:
So abundant are we, left alone I shall be
I pull the weight towards me
We could hold hands for fifteen minutes in the sauna
I can push and pull
If you're willing to wait for the love of your life
Please wait by the line