[Verse 1] Found your telescope at a yard sale Ten bucks Cracked lens Duct tape ring Seller said it “points to yesterday” I laughed But I felt that sting [Chorus] I’m buying secondhand constellations All these used-up falling stars Little dents Little imperfections Still they end up in my arms If it’s been loved If it’s been broken I can give it one more sky Secondhand constellations Still shine when they’re mine [Verse 2] Map of names carved into the tripod Dust of summers I never knew Turn the dial All the ghosts go sharper Someone’s old wish Coming through [Bridge] Maybe nothing’s ever brand new Every dream’s been dreamed before But if your light is flickering I got room I got room for more
