Spinning Away

Up on a hill As the day dissolves With my pencil turning moments into lines High above In a violet sky The silent silver plane, it draws a golden chain One by one All the stars appear As the great winds of the planet spiral in Spinning away Like the night sky at Arle In a million insect storm The constellations form On a hill Under a raven sky I have no idea Exactly what I’ve drawn Some kind of change Some kind of spinning away With every single line Moving further out of time And now As the pale moon rides In the stars In the stars I fall In my pale blue lines In the stars In the stars Out there As the world rolls round In the stars In the stars I draw But the line moves 'round us In the stars In the stars Out there As the great wheels blaze In the stars In the stars I draw But my drawing fades In the stars In the stars And now As the old sun dies In the stars In the stars I draw And the fall winds sigh In the stars In the stars