Up on a hill, as the day dissolves
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With my pencil turning moments into line
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High above in the violet sky
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A silent silver plane - it draws a golden chain
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One by one, all the stars appear
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As the great winds of the planet spiral in
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Spinning away, like the night sky at Arles
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In the million insect storm, the constellations form
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On a hill, under a raven sky
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I have no idea exactly what I've drawn
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Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away
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With every single line moving further out in time
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And now as the pale moon rides (in the stars)
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Her form in my pale blue lines (in the stars)
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And there, as the world rolls round (in the stars)
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I draw, but the lines move round (in the stars)
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There, as the great wheels blaze (in the stars)
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I draw, but my drawing fades (in the stars)
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And now, as the old sun dies (in the stars)
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I draw, and the four winds sigh (in the stars)
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Spinning Away
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| Brian Eno |
