The enigne devine/ 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