text: 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 Ive 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 Ive 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