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