The Holiday

O holy night The stars are brightly shining It 'tis the night of our dear savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining 'Til he appeared and the soul felt it's worth. A prayer of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and g

We saw the western coast. I saw the hospital. Nurse the shoreline like a wound. We paint a lover's tryst. We're neither clear nor descript. We kept it safe and slow. The quiet things that no one ever knows. Keep the blood in your head and keep your f