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.
I
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