Pulling On a Line

The line runs through like a train in a book

Or metres underwater, ending with a hook

It sways in the air when there's wind enough to lift

Fine ones are boundaries when there is a rift

I'm just pulling on a line, on a line

Oh, I'm just pulling on a line

I'm just pulling on a line, on a line

And sometimes it pulls on me

The line, it inks across the freshly fallen snow

Where only those embracing coldness would go

It whistles and it whispers and sometimes it howls

It sings to me sweetly from trees and in vowels

I'm just pulling on a line, on a line

Oh, I'm just pulling on a line

I'm just pulling on a line, on a line

And sometimes it pulls on me

The line, it writes itself across the dark sky

In the electric flashes, ending with a sigh

It weaves itself into a fabric so true

And flows just like the river, graceful and blue

I'm just pulling on a line, on a line

Oh, I'm just pulling on a line

I'm just pulling on a line, on a line

And sometimes it pulls on me