She’s a Constellation Songtext
von The Dead Presidents

Grip your jeans, tell me what it means to love you
Rip the seams, tell me what it means to need you
And these words alone, they cut and they take us apart
We had the world inside our hands and it slipped through the dark, through the dark

Are we stars that never faded
Are we moons away and hate it
It′s a gravitational sensation
We're the perfect constellation
When we touch

Without you
Without you


Take a chance but end up only feeling lonely
Risk a dance but they ran out of moves here for me
When the words you form in your head don′t match with your heart
With your heart
And the nights are filled with the dread you felt from the start
From the start

Oh, is it clear that the way we've been faking love one and done
Doesn't appear to have space in the universe that we want

Are these the words you wish you wrote down
Are they tears you wish you cried out
Does it go white to grey to black now
Are you breakin bad to find out
Give it to me

Without you
Without you

Without you
Without you