Текст песни
You left your jacket in my back seat
Summer sand still in the seams
Tiny seashell in the pocket
Like proof the day was more than dream
We are leftover constellations
Dots of light that don’t connect right
Scattered plans and half vacations
Still we glow in a crooked sky
Leftover constellations
Faded maps on a wrinkled guide
If I learn your orientation
Could we fall in the same line
Found your ticket in my old jeans
Movie we both swore was bad
Wrote your number on the stubs then
Laughed and never called you back
We are leftover constellations
Dots of light that don’t connect right
Scattered plans and half vacations
Still we glow in a crooked sky
Leftover constellations
Faded maps on a wrinkled guide
If I learn your orientation
Could we fall in the same line
Maybe chance is just a compass
Spinning till the world feels kind
If our orbits cross tomorrow
Promise you’ll look up this time (hey)
We are leftover constellations
Dots of light that don’t connect right
Scattered plans and half vacations
Still we glow in a crooked sky
Leftover constellations
Faded maps on a wrinkled guide
If I learn your orientation
Could we fall in the same line
