Jonah

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’m the Jonah at the party and you’re nowhere to be found. So it’s you and me St. Patrick’s day and our unlikely plan. We could get to know each other in the backseat of your van tonight. REPEAT CHORUS x2