The engine divine
Is inside Madeline
The stardust is yellow and red
And it's mapping out 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
Now, you're free, free to do nothing
Now, you're free to drift across the sky
Now, you're 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 a desiccate land
Bring light to Madeline
Bring new life to Madeline