[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
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