| Song | Some Constellation |
| Artist | Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin |
| Album | Pershing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Birds on her pillow | |
| And paper lanterns | |
| Hanging from the ceiling | |
| Sticky stars aglow | |
| Mapping out some constellation | |
| And I'm tired of standing in the light | |
| Outside her window | |
| For her I would row | |
| To the ends of my imagination | |
| Pleasure to behold | |
| A silhouette so real yet | |
| oh so static | |
| Measured an controlled | |
| Let's down her hair | |
| Takes off her army jacket | |
| I'm trying to figure out what right's | |
| Do I stay or go? | |
| For all she doesn't know | |
| 'Cause she wishes that she still had it |