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