Pull of the Thread

Feel it in the ground beneath The pulse that won't let go Every breath a rolling wave Every step a letting go

Pull the thread Pull it through With what we weave, we make it true

Bodies close and spinning wide The space between is ours We lean into the weight of it And rise with all our power

Pull the thread Pull it through With what we weave, we make it true

The bass drops low The hands reach high We hold the moment Till it flies

And it's enough It's more than enough And it's everything

Pull the thread Pull it through With what we weave, we make it true