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