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