just like we planned

i wish, i could be by your side
and hold you close
when we float down
i know, it can feel like we've planned
and just like we've
always thought
can we, face that we are afraid
of the choices
that we will make

that neither of us are willing to take home

i hope, that both these hands stay warm
so when we touch
you'll want me there
i could, just give you everything
that i don't give
to anyone
i want it to be, like we planned
so lets float down
'til we've landed

we don't have to take any of this night home

if i promise

she doesn't know how to say it clearly
hiding behind silence instead
i hope to see you again soon
if i promise to fall in love tonight will you?
could we dance slowly after the night is over
i think it'll be alright before too long
would you feel safe inside of all of this
if i promise to see you off with a goodnight kiss
the early morning light is surprising
i didn't think we'd spend this much time alone
will you dream about me when we're apart
if i promise to return and fill your heart

sunday morning

i don't mind getting lost inside
you keep me looking for so much more
sunday morning is warmer than expected
i could disappear in here forever
and wake up everyday in this beautiful place
it just keeps me begging for more
rainy days that won't keep me dry
a sacred kiss and whispers that you don't hide
you keep me looking for more
sunday mornings in this orchard
bedsheets for company and a day to waste
the smell of your skin the delicate taste
i just remembered the way it came
just me carrying something softly
your grip on my soul, just don't let go
sunday mornings can last forever.

underneath these boxes

i'm sure its not how you would have done it
do you remember saying good-bye
it wasn't going to land well after all
we had all day to cover this field, but we started to fall
i've never seen a rose grow and die so quickly
but by any other name...
i'm not going to touch that again
you know where it was going when it began
i wasn't looking for you in here
this could be all my fault, but it'd be hard to believe
please let me sit here tonight and breathe
you weren't hidden in my boxes but underneath
bent and frail they seem iconic
i remember you walking out the door
warn, discoloured, damaged and true
representations of plastic that was you