[00:01.061]~~~~[00:58.052]Up on a hill, as the day dissolves[01:06.793]With my pencil turning moments into line[01:14.782]High above in the violet sky[01:23.819]A silent silver plane - it draws a golden chain[01:31.118][01:31.640]One by one, all the stars appear[01:40.145]As the great winds of the planet spiral in[01:48.133]Spinning away, like the night sky at Arles[01:57.043]In the million insect storm, the constellations form[02:04.830][02:05.157]On a hill, under a raven sky[02:13.684]I have no idea exactly what I've drawn[02:21.594]Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away[02:30.757]With every single line moving further out in time[02:38.428][02:38.696]And now as the pale moon rides (in the stars)[03:29.567]Her form in my pale blue lines (in the stars)[03:46.108][03:46.787]And there, as the world rolls round (in the stars)[04:02.997]I draw, but the lines move round (in the stars)[04:19.316][04:23.750]There, as the great wheels blaze (in the stars)[04:36.258]I draw, but my drawing fades (in the stars)[04:39.738][04:44.611]And now, as the old sun dies (in the stars)[05:09.905]I draw, and the four winds sigh (in the stars)