You in January

Goddamn you look holy Hit from behind with light You're a painting of a saint And I'm nervous, stumbling over my lines When I tell you I love you When we stare at Catalina The city lost to the sea Carried out by the tides You were the one thing I got right Goddamn you look holy Bathed in the January light On the floor of our new bedroom On the carpet with the window open wide When you tell me you love me I can actually see it Your breath frozen in the air Newborn droplets of light You were the one thing I got right I'm measuring heartbeats and miles away You held me together I used to burst and decay We got off the airplane A couple of runaways I was hoping you'd stay Could you stay You were the holiest one From a taxi cab in Chelsea Out past Appalachian Mountain You were the holiest one From a walk along the highline Out to Wicker Park in August You were the holiest one From your Upper East Side dorm room To the South West barren hot lands You smile into the sand Goddamn I hate leaving Another early flight I ran the dishwasher this morning I wanted there to be clean plates for you tonight I've grown used to your perfume It hangs in the morning light Wake me up before you leave for work Kiss me goodbye You were the one thing I got right I'm measuring heartbeats and miles away You held me together I used to burst and decay We got off the airplane A couple of runaways I was hoping you'd stay Could you stay I'm measuring heartbeats and miles away You held me together I used to burst and decay We got off the airplane A couple of runaways I'm glad that you stayed