Whoa, the distance grows

I walked in the room with a raincoat and mangled smile
I approach the winged woman, taking her into my eyes
My eyes are beds tonight

She is the vultress, she's a master at the game
Will I follow her every move, calling it frame by frame?

Who says that everything is made from gold instead of sand?
Who says that worth will not return to earth my my cold hands?
I will walk her to the edge, returning her to sea

The rain falls like hail tonight a downward assault on this barren earth
Walking around to her side of the car I open the door and let her out

We walked down hand in hand to the edge of the cliff where our fathers died
Colder still the Sun is far gone as I push her down to the depths of my eyes
My eyes are beds tonight
My eyes are beds tonight and she lies across the coastline
My eyes are beds tonight, I cry, I'm blind, I'm blind
By the grace I felt that night, I'm taking her home

A suicide manifold
She knows only what she is told
I drop her at the mansion gates
The distance grows, she walks away
Giving back to Caesar what is Caesar's

I stepped in the car with the weight of this world off my shoulders
Turned the key and drove away
And the estate has nothing to say

The Sun comes out again and evaporates the rain
With my eyes in the rearview mirror

Who says that everything is made from gold instead of sand?
Who says that worth will not return to earth by my cold hands?

I drive off in the light of the day and the estate has nothing to say

Whoa, the distance grows