Spinning Away

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)

Her form in my pale blue lines (in the stars)

 

And there, as the world rolls round (in the stars)

I draw, but the lines move round (in the stars)

 

There, as the great wheels blaze (in the stars)

I draw, but my drawing fades (in the stars)

 

And now, as the old sun dies (in the stars)

I draw, and the four winds sigh (in the stars)

Songtext: Eno, Brian