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