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