The line runs through like a train in a book
Or meters 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
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 flushes 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