I will love you when the morning is ascending

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