I wish we could be swallowed by the whales–
Just a couple of fish inside the living ship we'd sail
I wish we could be swallowed by the night–
Just a couple of stars a part of constellation light
I'm just looking for a perfect sentence to keep us alive
Swallowed by the night:
A constellation dipping into our head, taking us in our sleep
Leaving behind just a dead pile of blankets and sheets
I wish we could be swallowed by the sky–
Just a couple of wings and wax that tried to fly too high
I wish we could be swallowed by the moon–
Just a couple of astronauts who won't be coming home soon
I'm just looking for a perfect sentence to keep us alive
Swallowed by the night:
A constellation dipping into our head, taking us in our sleep
Leaving behind just a dead pile of blankets and blankets and sheets
Should we burn our old clothes?
Should we burn our old souls?