Song parody of
Constellations
by Johnny Broadway
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I've been listening, listening, lessening hope
As the sounds of the city grow increasingly remote
And as each hour passes since the last time we spoke
I'm surveying existence through my telescope
I discover new constellations in lights
Still on in the buildings that won't rest tonight:
Some man in his office, he's thinking of home
Still finishing reports for tomorrow, alone
I've been listening, listening, lessening hope
As the sounds of the city grow increasingly remote
And as each hour passes since the last time we spoke
I'm surveying existence through my telescope
And a girl windows over, and down one or two
Seems equally lonely, reminds me of you
In the third star that finishes my stellar find
Just a little bit dimmer, I'm calling it mine
There is clearly the shape of a man peering forth
With a telescope held on the sill for support
Then he drops it, it's as if his own ghost he's just seen
But he never stops looking and looking at me
I've been listening, listening, lessening hope
To the memory of your voice through my telephone
And with each minute passing and passing me by
I find mirrors appear as I peer at the sky
I find mirrors appear as I peer at the sky
I find mirrors appear as I peer at the sky
I've been listening, listening, lessening hope
As the sounds of the city grow increasingly remote
And as each hour passes since the last time we spoke
I'm surveying existence through my telescope
I discover new constellations in lights
Still on in the buildings that won't rest tonight:
Some man in his office, he's thinking of home
Still finishing reports for tomorrow, alone
I've been listening, listening, lessening hope
As the sounds of the city grow increasingly remote
And as each hour passes since the last time we spoke
I'm surveying existence through my telescope
And a girl windows over, and down one or two
Seems equally lonely, reminds me of you
In the third star that finishes my stellar find
Just a little bit dimmer, I'm calling it mine
There is clearly the shape of a man peering forth
With a telescope held on the sill for support
Then he drops it, it's as if his own ghost he's just seen
But he never stops looking and looking at me
I've been listening, listening, lessening hope
To the memory of your voice through my telephone
And with each minute passing and passing me by
I find mirrors appear as I peer at the sky
I find mirrors appear as I peer at the sky
I find mirrors appear as I peer at the sky
