Industrial Love Song

High above Two pilgrims of the mist Your words drift to me Those words I can't resist We are higher than the setting sun Made of metal, we are made of stone When the day returns, all that I dream Is that your shadow falls upon my own Don't tell me of wicked human ways I'll hang around here And dream of you for days We are higher than the setting sun Made of metal, we are made of stone When the day returns, all that I dream Is that your shadow falls upon my own Upon my own Upon my own Upon my own