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 where 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 I have no idea exactly where I've been And here, or there And here, or there some kind of spinning away And here, or there And here, or there And here, or there And here, or there And here, or there And here, or there