So when we rise
To greet the day
With bloodless eyes
When we go
In a cleft of a rock
In jericho
There's a candle in the window
And footsteps in the hall
A sunday mona lisa
My green-eyed montreal
So when we leave
Will the neighbours or the constellations grieve
And when we sail
And I touch your frozen beauty as though it's braille
You see the less I think of living
The less it seems obscene
But you turn me on
My darling
When the winter's turning mean
'Cause I hear that god is in the canyon
She read my palm with a fleur-de-lis
And the tealeaves say
That I'm gonna die
One sunny day
The rider lifts a finger
In the horizontal rain
And points towards the singer
With a stalk of sugarcane
'Cause I hear that god is in the canyon
She read my mind
As it turned to clay
We drank beaujolais
Man I'm gonna die
One sunny day
Hell I'm gonna die
One sunny day
