I draw, and the four winds sigh

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, in the stars
Her form in my pale blue lines
In the stars, in the stars

And there, as the world rolls 'round
In the stars, in the stars
I draw, but the lines move 'round
In the stars, in the stars

And there, as the great wheels blaze
In the stars, in the stars
I draw, but my drawing fades
In the stars, in the stars

And now, as the old sun dies
In the stars, in the stars
I draw, and the four winds sigh
In the stars, in the stars