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