I saw your constellations,
they remind me of my own.
Yet there's still a hesitation,
when I ask to take you home.
You say I waste your time,
with all my simple crimes.
Darling, please wait here,
as I burn our rearview mirrors.

I loved you through the storm,
and now the curtains are torn.
You loved me through the storm,
and now this house is forborne.