Moonlight, or Flashlight

I like the grass on the back of our heads
I like our hands filling up with no words
In the back of the minivan
I wanna tell you but I can't
And I notice that I think of you a lot
I wanna stop to lift you up
If you will stop to lift me up
It's such a little love
But I'm telling everyone

Whether by moonlight
Whether by flashlight
I will
I will always try and get myself to you

I want the words taken out of my mouth
I want the space between us on the couch
To be the loudest thing on Earth
To be so heavy that it hurts
And I don't wanna turn into anyone
I don't wanna try and take your heart
Just wanna stop to lift you up
It's not that kind of love
So take off your boxing gloves

Whether by moonlight
Whether by flashlight
I will
I will always try and get myself to you
Whether by moonlight
Whether by flashlight
I will
I will always try and get myself to you