Constellations - No Mana, Winnie Ford

Had this dream

Where you and me

Were lost somewhere

In Joshua trees

Discussing all these little things

How they used to be

All those freckles

And constellations

Stuck inside

My imagination

Running wild

Running through the light

All these dreams may fade and

Only time will tell

If we were ever real

Was this all a fallacy

To grownups playing make believe?

Were we truly meant to be?

All those numbers

All those pages

Hope we wind up

On the same one

Again some day

Cause all your records

And dirty t-shirts

All reminders of what we were

I’d throw them all away

All these dreams may fade and

Only time will tell

If we were ever real

Was this all a fallacy

To grownups playing make believe?

Were we truly meant to be?

Was this all a fallacy

To grownups playing make believe?

Were we truly meant to be?

All these dreams may fade and

Only time will tell

If we were ever real

Was this all a fallacy

To grownups playing make believe?

Were we truly meant to be?