Out The Dark

[Verse 1] Found your shopping list In last year’s winter coat “Twine Tomatoes Birthday candles” Tiny universe you wrote Dust on all the picture frames But your handwriting’s still loud Every margin has a doodle Little storms Little clouds [Chorus] We are leftover constellations On receipts and café napkins Tiny maps of old intentions All the almosts that just happened I keep tripping on the traces Of the lives we didn’t plan Leftover constellations In the pockets of my hands (oh) [Verse 2] Half a jigsaw on the table Missing corners Missing sky You said “we’ll finish it on Sunday” But the Sundays passed us by Found a train ticket to somewhere You circled seats we never took Still smells faintly like your perfume Like a half-forgotten book [Chorus] We are leftover constellations On receipts and café napkins Tiny maps of old intentions All the almosts that just happened I keep tripping on the traces Of the lives we didn’t plan Leftover constellations In the pockets of my hands (yeah, yeah) [Bridge] Maybe nothing really vanishes It just changes where it stays In the ink In all the margins In the boxes we misplace If I read between the scribbles I can almost see your face [Chorus] We are leftover constellations On receipts and café napkins Tiny maps of old intentions All the almosts that just happened I keep tripping on the traces Of the lives we didn’t plan Leftover constellations In the pockets of my hands (my hands) Leftover constellations I still carry what I can