[Intro] [Soft, shimmering synth or delicate acoustic guitar pluck] [Sound of an attic door creaking open] [Verse 1] Found that box in your parents’ attic Old movie tickets, a cracked snow globe My scribbled name on a torn-up wrapper You laughed so hard that the dust turned gold We shook the years off the cardboard lid Finding the pieces of the kids we were, and the things we hid [Pre-Chorus] It’s not just paper, it’s not just glass It’s the only way to make the lightning last Hold it up to the window light Watch the memories catch fire in the middle of the night [Chorus] We’re leftover constellations Dots on a page you forgot you drew All these tiny observations Make a map that keeps leading me back to you To you (oh, to you) [Verse 2] You kept the key from a town you hated A menu stained from a midnight dare You said “It’s trash,” but you’d never toss it Guess some ghosts like the way we care The ink is fading but the lines are deep Promises we didn't even know we'd keep [Pre-Chorus] It’s not just paper, it’s not just glass It’s the only way to make the lightning last Hold it up to the window light Watch the memories catch fire in the middle of the night [Chorus] We’re leftover constellations Dots on a page you forgot you drew All these tiny observations Make a map that keeps leading me back to you To you (back to you) [Verse 3] Now the floorboards creak beneath our feet In this museum of the bittersweet Every Polaroid with a folded edge Is a holy word, is a silent pledge We’re building a galaxy out of the grit And neither one of us is tired of it [Bridge] If we disappear If the lights go tired Will some kid find us in a cardboard sky? Hold the proof that we were here together In a shoebox universe Pressed and quiet (So quiet... so bright...) [Guitar Solo / Instrumental Break] [Dreamy, atmospheric building to a crescendo] [Final Chorus] We’re leftover constellations Dots on a page you forgot you drew All these tiny observations Make a map that keeps leading me back to you To you Only you (It always leads to you) [Outro] A shoebox universe... Pressed and quiet. (The dust turns gold) Just dots on a page. (The dust turns gold) Close the lid, but keep the light. Goodnight, constellation. Goodnight. [End]
