Sometimes when I lay down at night   I swear I can see to heaven   For it's in dreaming that the things I always knew   Are the only thoughts I have      And when I look up at you, love   Handsome as a magazine   Wild as the sun, like nothing below   Could ever pull you down      But it's a hard road that we follow   The saddest cities, and the darkest hollows      People cross this world   Over and then back again   Never even one time lift their eyes   Or think of what they say      But I hear it in your voice, love   Like someone sweetly willing   The hope of all these years   The prayer of a time that we don't even know      But it's a hard road that we follow   The saddest cities, and the darkest hollows      But I hear it in your voice, love   The strongest sound I've ever heard   Like water from a well so deep in the ground   I'll never thirst again      But it's a hard road that we follow   The saddest cities, and the darkest hollows      And everything that's far away   And was lost from me   I see it all from here in you