Sometimes I like to think about
the stars that cover you.
How they burn out one by one
until another day is through.
You came by when I was sleeping
to unveil your newest plan.
We could get to know each other
in the back seat of your van tonight.Chorus:
Angels sing around you
in a chorus all night long,
and you transcribe their expressions
in the morning with a song about it.
A little swallowed hole and spat back
up on solid ground.
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