Clear winter morning we walked by the lake
Spinning tales of the future and the steps we might take.
We divulge our history with rivalries in our minds we're
Miles from the city for a moment in time.

But we're so scared of the future, as much as our past.
Pinch myself all to often I just want this to last.

Our skin it soon will sag and our muscles will decay, but
At least we'll look back on this, on this big mess one day
And appreciate the charms that come with our age.
We'll rewrite the letters to our mothers on the back of the page.

But we're so scared of the future, as much as our past.
Pinch myself all to often I just want this to last.

We've got this life, but don't have a plan
How can I feel something that I don't understand.
So, let's draw circles around your freckles.
We'll make a constellation.
Make a constellation.
And stitch a map of our new home
And then we'll run in that direction.
Run in that direction.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Let's draw circles around your freckles.
We'll make a constellation.
Make a constellation.
And stitch a map of our new home,
And then we'll run in that direction.
Run in that direction.
Run in that direction.
Run in that direction.
Run in that direction.
Run in that direction.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.