[00:09.079]The line runs through like a train in a book[00:17.119]Or meters underwater, ending with a hook[00:25.408]Sways in the air when there's wind enough to lift[00:34.125]The fine ones are boundaries when there is a rift[00:41.329]I'm just pulling on a line, on a line[00:45.236]Oh I'm just pulling on a line[00:49.403]I'm just pulling on a line, on a line[00:53.327]But sometimes it pulls on me[00:58.260]The line, it inks across the freshly fallen snow[01:06.347]Where only those embracing coldness would go[01:14.761]In whistles and in whispers and sometimes in howls[01:22.810]It sings to me sweetly from trees and in vowels[01:30.665]I'm just pulling on a line, on a line[01:34.313]Oh I'm just pulling on a line[01:38.759]I'm just pulling on a line, on a line[01:42.646]But sometimes it pulls on me[02:03.858]The line, it writes itself across the dark sky[02:11.944]In the air, electric flashes ending with a sigh[02:20.166]It weaves itself into a fabric so true[02:28.374]And flows just like the river, graceful and blue[02:36.332]I'm just pulling on a line, on a line[02:39.917]Oh I'm just pulling on a line[02:44.280]I'm just pulling on a line, on a line[02:48.467]But sometimes it pulls on me