pulling on a line

the line runs through like a train in a book

or meters underwater

ending with a hook

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

the 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

but sometimes it pulls on me

the line

it inks across the freshly fallen snow

where only those embracing coldness would go

in whistles and in whispers and sometimes in 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

but sometimes it pulls on me

the line

it writes itself across the dark sky

in the air

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

but sometimes it pulls on me