Constellation.
what's it like up there after dark,
dancing around with your fire ablaze in their eyes?
can you read what they're writing?
a story of hands, and ink-smudged paper;
of feet, and the wearing down of thin rubber soles.
up there burning bright with your sisters in a spoon,
and your brothers in the bow,
can you see the tiny sparks beneath you?
dancing around with your fire ablaze in their eyes?
can you read what they're writing?
a story of hands, and ink-smudged paper;
of feet, and the wearing down of thin rubber soles.
up there burning bright with your sisters in a spoon,
and your brothers in the bow,
can you see the tiny sparks beneath you?