I had a circular saw blade Where I should have had a heart You kept your boat afloat for so long I was trusted, I adored her And I tore it all apart I saw you try and stop the sunset on your own Twin moons on a millpond From a tumbledown barn I'll forever want your ancient silver gravity I can still taste the heat of the sun on her skin in my arms I could fold to the cold of these January streets Keep a hand around the fickle flame of morning after But your smile in the half-light is pure pillow print cheek An angel tangled in the very cloths of heaven Oh we'll be far away for a while But my heart's staying put Warming and guarding and guiding The one that I love Warming and guarding and guiding The one that I love The silence and the waiting and the rush of all aboard Fifty souls to a carriage I'm trying hard to be ignored Then my telephone shakes into life and I see your name And the wheat fields explode into gold either side of the train And the wheat fields explode into gold either side of the train And the wheat fields explode into gold