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

The fine ones are boundaries when there is a rift

I'm just pulling on a line, on a line, 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 & it whispers, and sometimes it howls

It sings to me sweetly from the trees & in vowels

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

I'm just pulling on a line, on a line, & sometimes it pulls on me