let's paint the city Eiffel tower green
and go on a holiday, go on vacation
this is the closest that you've ever been,
but you're still so far away from your destination
you drive an hour but it feels like days,
it's just buildings and buildings and buildings
and when you finally leave suburban haze
you're quietly shocked at the thought that we kill things
the black house the blue sky
the black house the blue sky
the blue sky
we left a photograph in letterhead
found in the morning in newspaper sunlight
we left it lying in the kitchen chair
and then the floorboards and hope that it reads right
it's never easy when we write good-bye
but good-bye is the one word we know
you'll never make it but we have to try
give in, give up, and let go
give up and let go
the black house, the blue sky (you and I)
in the black house, the blue sky
the blue sky
the black house, the blue sky
this black house, the blue sky
the black house, the blue sky
this black house, the blue sky
the blue sky (blue sky)
we left the ending locked inside that room
and you hold the key
you push open the door
and then you see
you see the black house and the blue sky
and you and i
you see the black house and the blue sky
and you and i
you see the black house and the blue sky
