Satellite

See here we have a beautiful view of the earth down below

As the satellite departs

She smells of the sun

And she's constantly saying

That's it's all a lie

Because lies, sound so nice

And like soil to seed goes

Casting my fears aside...

She says: "The satellite is coming."

I pray, the wrecking ball is waning

She says: "The satellite is coming

It's come to take us home."

Satellite...

Still smells of the sun

And the light that brings healing

Is burning my eyes

And the dark, seems so nice

And I'm choking on blessings, that I can receive

I hide

She says: "The satellite is coming."

I pray, the wrecking ball is waning

She says: "The satellite is coming

It's come to take us home."

She says: "The satellite is coming."

I pray, the wrecking ball is waning