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 Intro

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,

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 and it whispers, and sometimes it howls,

It sings to me sweetly from the trees and 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