Inside Madeline

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

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