Pusher - alt-J

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

The idea of life without company fell suddenly

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

Are you a pusher or are you a puller?

I pull the weight towards me

And I lack the zest of a lemon, looking forward

Unless I have a woman pushing me

A canopy of red-billed quelea

Passed over the blue

A five hour flock, not one dives down

To tell you the truth

As night falls, a quelea crawls

And whispers on his last wings:

So abundant are we, left alone I shall be

But a waited phone never rings

Are you a pusher or are you a puller?

I pull the weight towards me

And I lack the zest of a lemon, looking forward

Unless I have a woman pushing me

Are you a pusher or are you a puller?

We could hold hands for fifteen minutes in the sauna

We could hold hands for a pool length under water

I can push and pull

Her

If you’re willing to wait for the love of your life

Please wait by the line