I can’t stay here, Illinois
came all the way here for that boy
	but you’ll destroy me
frozen over

Whisper “winter,” Illinois
your cold and bitter, silent voice
	will destroy me
frozen over

Oh, Holy Lonely

Under covers, Illinois
weary lovers, 
	a childless mother
		an aching void
frozen over

The war is over, Illinois
but peace is colder, 
sweet lost soldier,
it’s just White Noise

Oh, Holy Lonely

I am lost here, Illinois
but at what cost, dear Illinois? 
all the joy
frozen over

Oh, Holy Lonely
Oh, Holy Lonely
Oh, Holy Lonely

Lindsey Gaia