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