Текст песни
We found your jacket
In the back of my car
Ticket stubs in the pocket
From a planetarium bar
You drew a rocket
On the receipt with a star
Wrote “call me maybe
Like you were joking too hard
Leftover constellations
On my dashboard
On my mind
Glow‑in‑the‑dark complications
Little patterns we designed
I still trace those tiny orbits
Every time I hit a light
Leftover constellations
From a maybe that felt right oh
You named a ceiling
After heroes you liked
Said every legend
Was just somebody who tried
You spilled your soda
When the lights hit your eyes
Said
“If we get lost
We can blame it on the sky
Leftover constellations
On my dashboard
On my mind
Glow‑in‑the‑dark complications
Little patterns we designed
I still trace those tiny orbits
Every time I hit a light
Leftover constellations
From a maybe that felt right
