backyard

There is something to be said

About growing up in the neighbourhood

And then staying in that neighbourhood

Even when you finally could leave and explore other places near or far

But you chose to stay in the place you grew up

When I told you we could touch the stars and map the world in my backyard

Your eyes lit up like something sparked a memory

Spooky stuff like prick your hand and make a bet

And then we can interweave our magic together

And the blood dripping from the heart of our palms

You said the stars couldn't leave our backyards

For as long as we'd ask them to stay

And they stayed and they stayed

There is something to be said

About how we neglect

The things that are right in front of us every moment

For the promise of something better far away

Is more about imagination than of escape

We ran upstairs, cut our hair

Lighting candles, singing prayers

Making up a call to hail Mary

The gate that separates the gardens hardened as the years drove on

Making it impossible to open

With the blood dripping from the heart of our palms

You said the stars couldn't leave our backyards

For as long as we'd ask them to stay

And they stayed and they stayed

Stars wouldn't leave our backyards

For as long as we'd ask them to stay

And they stayed and they stayed

And they stayed