Hearts Like Constellations
Verse 1 Window holds the faces in the glass
Three of us are watching streetlights pass. Tracing out the charts in water vapor
Better than a map on folded paper. He calls a cluster by the winter roof
Sharing blankets as the only proof. She laughs and calls it by the group chat fight
Lit up by the phone in dead of night.
Verse 2 Love won’t fit inside a selfie frame
So we widen out the camera aim. Cards arrive addressed to just a pair
Ignoring who is standing over there. We fix it with a marker on the door
Adding in the one they did ignore. Stitching us together in the ink
No matter what the other people think.
Pre-Chorus Schedules throw knives at every date
Tired bones and staying up too late. But when we land together on the seat
The rhythm of the heart begins to beat.
Chorus Hearts look like a constellation line
Crossing over yours and into mine. Lying on the blanket in the dark
Pointing out the heroes in the park. No one owned and no one left behind
Bright alone and brighter in the bind. If love is open sky
then ours is wide
With nothing left to cover or to hide.
Verse 3 He walks me back, his hand inside of mine
Listening and doing just fine. Later I will help her pick the dress
Fixing up the hair and all the mess. Sometimes the panic hits us in the gut
Trying to keep the open doorway shut. We speak the worry to the open air
Shrinking it with every single care.
Pre-Chorus Trust is not a blind and simple faith
It’s working past the shadow and the wraith. Choosing truth instead of hiding deep
Promises we make and try to keep.
Chorus Hearts look like a constellation line
Crossing over yours and into mine. Lying on the blanket in the dark
Pointing out the heroes in the park. No one owned and no one left behind
Bright alone and brighter in the bind. If love is open sky
then ours is wide
With nothing left to cover or to hide.
Bridge Maybe one day gravity will pull
One of us away when days are full. If it happens we will keep the chart
Knowing that we built a work of art. Right now we walk beneath the yellow lamp
Three of us together in the damp. More kindness here than stories ever told
More warmth than any simple hand could hold.
Outro Window mists again as we go home
Fingers drawing shapes upon the chrome. Three futures sitting in the crowded seat
Finding peace inside the steady beat.