I'll come for you and we'll go home

I see the lights of the city
I see them rising up
They're moving in the dark
A fire without a spark

And the mornings moving first
The morning's moving first
God is coming on

Somewhere on the mountain around the ragged sea
Where time is lying still
I'm falling on the hill
And the sky is pouring in
Sky is pouring in
Sky is pouring in

The Ragged Sea - Alexi Murdoch