An unfamiliar stage where you'd rather stay A meditation plan when you sway and sink I want a fine downtown for the caroler who sounds Like quiet when the sun goes down I swear I'll be alright, although Emily's in the sky She waters the ground with gin, she pours me out Onto the shadow of her home-state tree She's not ready to let it be In awe with the medals you burned for someone's heart A scene I kept dreaming made me swollen and sharp