Spinning Away

Up on a hill

As the day dissolves

With my pencil turning moments into life

One by one, all the stars appear

As the great winds of the planet spiral in

Spinning away, like the night sky

In the million insect storm, the constellations form

On a hill, under a raven sky

I have no idea exactly where I've been

Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away

With every single line moving further out in time

Spinning away, like the night sky

I have no idea exactly where I've been

And here, or there

And here, or there

Some kind of spinning away

And here, or there

And here, or there

And here, or there

And here, or there

And here, or there

And here, or there