Pulling on a line
 
 the line runs through like a train in a book
 or metres underwater,ending with a hook
 it always 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
 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
 and sometimes it pulls on me 
 i'm just Pulling on a line,on a line
 and sometimes it pulls on me 
 the lines,it writes itself across the dark sky
 in the electric flashes ending with a sign
 it waves 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
 and sometimes it pulls on me