Pulling Strings - Higher Education

Hope for the best but prepare for the worst

These hands they are not your own

They’ve been pulling strings for so long

Necessity is the mother of invention

The ability to act under pressure

And when I see all that I’m facing

The capacity has never been measured

And as I fall

Fall through the open door

And as I slip

Slip through my consciousness

Easier said than done

Right back to square one

When you have no place left to run

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure

There is a method to his madness

There’s true beauty in an empty canvas

What you feel is what you see

By the power of harmony

What you feel is what you see

Find your true self inner peace

And as I fall

Fall through the open door

And as I slip

Slip through my consciousness

Easier said than done

Right back to square one

When you have no place left to run x2