I'm pulling on the red chord
That pulls ya back to me, Lord
That helps me out
When you're away

And I was in the army
When they called you back to save me
And I was resting soft
In the arms of my war

And I'm pulling on the red chord
That pulls ya back to me, Lord
And I'm pulling on the red chord
So you're not so far away

And all was out to you or me (?)
At the university of
Life, Lord
And black poetry

And it was there I found you
And you were happy like an angel
But for everything you learn
There is something you must let go of

And I'm pulling on the red chord
That pulls ya back to me, Lord
And I'm pulling on the red chord
That pulls ya back to me, Lord

Pulls ya back to me, Lord, yeah
Pulls ya back to me, Lord, yeah
Pulls ya back to me, Lord, yeah
Pulls ya back to me, Lord, yeah

All around yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): COLM MACCONIOMAIRE, DAVID ODLUM, GLEN JAMES HANSARD, GRAHAM DOWNEY, NOREEN O'DONNELL, PAUL (GB2) BRENNAN