The white sky will look like
Two lovers for the last time
And the giant man shall pick
The same flowers his whole life
The white sky will look like
Two lovers for the last time
And the giant man shall pick
The same flowers his whole life
I will travel I will drive on
To the mid-midwestern states
Sending all my guitars
To our new house
To our new day
Look for the red skies
Under the big hearts
It will get you high
It's like the landing
Of an aeroplane on its final flight
When you are
You are gone
And he's here to love someone
You can glimmer, you can smile
For the last time
Look for the red skies
Under the big hearts
It will get you high
It's like the landing
Of an aeroplane on its final flight
The white sky will look like
Two lovers for the last time
And the giant man shall pick
The same flowers his whole life
And the giant man shall pick
The same flowers his whole life
It's like the landing
Of an aeroplane on its final flight
It's like the landing
Of an aeroplane on its final flight
It's like the landing
Of an aeroplane on its final flight