I wrapped a love letter around my heart and shot it into space.
All the times I wished for you carried too much weight.
I got mad and strapped it to a rocket,
it never had a destination so it's still in orbit.
I'm still on the ground, my love galaxies away.
It's easy to see all the lovers around
with nebulas floating through their veins.
I will deny it for eternity but
I still love to look at the stars.
My heart turned into a constellation and
it still spells your name.
