spinning away

up on a hill

as the day dissolves

with my pencil turning moments into line

high above in the violet sky

a 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 arles

in the 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 in time

and now as the pale moon rides

in the stars

in the stars

her form in my pale blue lines

in the stars

in the stars

and there

as the world rolls 'round

in the stars

in the stars

i draw

but the lines move 'round

in the stars

in the stars

and 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 four winds sigh

in the stars

in the stars