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 madeline1