Sick Balloons - Push.Pull.Swoon Lyrics

I'll be your cold call
According and evasive
To walk the narrow fiction that you want to implore
We'll sit and swoon at the corners of your camera
So dim the stars are paragraphs to seasons of swell

Push, pull, push, pull- swoon
Push, pull, push, pull- swoon

I'll be your satellite
Distorted and unraveling the maps of all our courtesies
Apparent and culled
We'll dig the shoulders make our smiles of palindromes
Watch our eyes and telegrams divulge in the storm

Push, pull, push, pull- swoon
Push, pull, push, pull- swoon
Push, pull, push, pull- swoon
Push, pull, push, pull- swoon