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).