spinning away

Up on a hill, as the day dissolves
With my pencil turning moments into life

One by one, all the stars appear
As the great winds of the planet spiral in
Spinning away, like the night sky
In the million insect storm, the constellations form

On a hill, under a raven sky
I have no idea exactly what I've been
Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away
With every single line moving further out in time

Spinning away, like 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...

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And there
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