In Sicily, it's awfully hot
But where we were most decidedly not
So I looked around
I saw heaven coming down
Around you
In Washington, it's cold as ice
And we were warm in the arms of Christ himself
I took a long look at your face
I saw the angel take his place
Beside you
There's monsoons in Kashmir
I was worried that you'd disappear
I touched your arm just to be on the safe side and the world
Broke apart and fell off by the wayside
Next to you