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