I will love you when the moon is riding high
I will love you when we only have pretending
When our home becomes a cover from the sky

Well my eyes have seen the dust and then the ashes
And the lowland and white sky of your home
And the rain that washed mascara from my lashes
And nothing gave us cover from the sky

When you're gone I notice all your tiny touches
And it's then that I see i'ts then that I know why
If the days become the walls you never wanted
Our years will give us cover from the sky
From the sky

Well we've been among the saints and the angels
And we don't want to wait until we die
So we'll stand among the ruins of our temples
And prey to god for cover from the sky