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,
On a hill, under a raven sky
I have no idea exactly what I've drawn
some kind of spinning away
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
