Intro D5

A5             E5            D5          A5
The line runs through like a train in a book
A5         G5           D5             A5
Or meters underwater, ending with a hook
A5               E5              D5              A5
It sways in the air when there's wind enough to lift,
A5                 G5               D5          A5
The fine ones are boundaries when There is a rift

D5                     B5         
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line
G5                     D5
I'm just pulling on a line
D5                     B5
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line
G5                     D5
Sometimes it pulls on me


A5             E5            D5              A5
The line, it inks across the freshly fallen snow,
A5          G5               D5              A5
Where only those embracing coldness would go
A5           E5                  D5            A5
It whistles and it whispers, and sometimes it howls,
A5           G5                   D5            A5
It sings to me sweetly from the trees and in vowels

D5                     B5         
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line
G5                     D5
I'm just pulling on a line
D5                     B5
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line
G5                     D5
Sometimes it pulls on me


A5            E5           D5               A5
The line, it writes itself across the dark sky,
A5      G5                D5             A5
In the electric flushes ending with a sigh
A5           E5         D5         A5
It weaves itself into a fabric so true
A5      G5                       D5            A5
and flows just like the river, graceful and blue


D5                     B5         
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line
G5                     D5
I'm just pulling on a line
D5                     B5
I'm just pulling on a line, on a line
G5                     D5
Sometimes it pulls on me