Some Constellation - Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin

Birds on her pillow

And paper lanterns

Hanging from the ceiling

Sticky stars aglow

Mapping out some constellation

And I’m tired of standing in the light

Outside her window

For her I would row

To the ends of my imagination

Pleasure to behold

A silhouette so real yet

oh so static

Measured an controlled

Let’s down her hair

Takes off her army jacket

I’m trying to figure out what right’s

Do I stay or go?

For all she doesn’t know

'Cause she wishes that she still had it