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)
Her form in my pale blue lines (in 
the stars)
And there, as the world rolls round (in the stars)
I draw, but 
the lines move round (in the stars)
There, as the great wheels blaze (in the 
stars)
I draw, but my drawing fades (in the stars)
And now, as the old sun 
dies (in the stars)
I draw, and the four winds sigh (in the stars)