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?