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
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
