Song for an Angel (When the Lights Go Out)

My love, in your tired feet,
in your robes of tattered fleece,
what will you do when the sun goes down?
What will you do when the lights go out?

When we're left in this afterbite
of the bitter world, joy a-fright,
where will you turn to make no sound?
What will you do when the lights go out?

In whose hand will you place yours?
And where to safety, on which shores?
Whom will you see when hell breaks out?
Will it be me, when the lights go out?

My love as powerful as the crunch of gears
that halt, the inertia of two thousand years
coming fast and big, not slowing down;
I'll hold you close when the lights go out.