Up on a hill
as the day dissolves
With my pencil turning moments into line
One by one, all the stars appear
As the great winds of the planet spiral in
Spinning away, light the night sky
In the million insect storm, the constellations form
On a hill, under a raven sky
I have no idea exactly where I've been
Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away.
With every single line moving further out in time.
Spinning away, light the night sky. (Some kind of spinning away).
I have no idea exactly where I've been.
And here, and there.
And here, and there.

Some kind of spinning away.

And here, and there.
Some kind of spinning away.
And here, and there.
And here, and there.
Some kind of spinning away.
And here, and there.
And here, and there.
And here, and there (and there).