Inside Madeline - Swans

The engine divine 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

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