Inside Madeline

The enigne devine/ is inside madeline /

The stardust is yellow and red /

And its mapping out of time inside of her head...

Now there's always

Madeline /

Rising up from where our limbs intertwined /

Now walking a random invisible line /

Clutching like snow to the side of the vine...

You are free, free to do nothing /

You are free to drift across the sky /

You are free to be a shape just becoming /

Now you're free, inside

Madeline...

Dropping a tear in the palm of my hand /

Making her mark in desicate land /

Bring light to

Madeline /

Bring new life to

Madeline