The Architect of the Tiny Star

I kept the dusty telescope Hidden in the attic loft It hasn't found a single planet But it keeps the darkness soft The world outside is loud and rushed No one looks up at the ceiling But here, between the wooden beams I hold onto a forgotten feeling I'm drawing lines on tattered paper A blueprint only I can read It's the only place where I can plant The special kind of hopeful seed The architect of the tiny star Is working hard inside this room It doesn't shine for anyone far It just lights up this lonely gloom A memory, a quiet vow Engraved right here, right now My tiny star, only mine A perfect, beautiful design I remember all the words you said Beneath the streetlights' flickering haze That even dust can gather up the light And guide us through the winding maze I trace the map of constellations Where every scar is a bright spot This messy, flawed imagination Is everything the world is not The architect of the tiny star Is working hard inside this room It doesn't shine for anyone far It just lights up this lonely gloom A memory, a quiet vow Engraved right here, right now My tiny star, only mine A perfect, beautiful design And if the sky should ever break apart If the whole world decides to disappear I'll build it back inside my empty heart I have the blueprints, I have them here The architect of the tiny star Is working hard inside this room It doesn't shine for anyone far It just lights up this lonely gloom A memory, a quiet vow Engraved right here, right now My tiny star, only mine A perfect, beautiful design