Spinning Away

<br>Up on a hill, as the day dissolves<br><br>With my pencil turning moments into line<br><br>High above in the violet sky<br><br>A silent silver plane - it draws a golden chain<br><br><br><br><br><br>One by one, all the stars appear<br><br>As the great winds of the planet spiral in<br><br>Spinning away, like the night sky at arles<br><br>In the million insect storm, the constellations form<br><br><br><br><br><br>On a hill, under a raven sky<br><br>I have no idea exactly what Ive drawn<br><br>Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away<br><br>With every single line moving further out in time<br><br><br><br><br><br>And now as the pale moon rides (in the stars)<br><br>Her form in my pale blue lines (in the stars)<br><br>And there, as the world rolls round (in the stars)<br><br>I draw, but the lines move round (in the stars)<br><br>There, as the great wheels blaze (in the stars)<br><br>I draw, but my drawing fades (in the stars)<br><br>And now, as the old sun dies (in the stars)<br><br>I draw, and the four winds sigh (in the stars)