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