Satellite Station

Slow and strong is how I roll
Can't deal with this heightened trawl for meaning within seeming
And the evidence leans from one post to the next
Push us to invest our dreams in coloured ceilings

I told no-one about the call
That built us up and then tumbled my wall
It was a mild observation
Tuned into the satellite station

I must confess it's bitter loneliness
That keeps us crawling back to I don't know why
And the urge that no-one can define
That tempts your eyes like wine
It could be different next time

I told no-one about the call
That built us up and then tumbled my wall
It was a mild observation
Tuned into the satellite station

Your splintered bed of thorns
On which I lay my torn heart I noticed the spark
Between what you didn't tell
And her leaning on your spine, I could not avert my eye

Let it ring let it ring until there's no more sound
The cactus lined horizon that had you bound
His immaculate vacuum stole my windswept mind
Strapped to the furnace of an overcast sky
Sweaty neck on the dance floor of screams in my ear
His eyes a glint of sparkle that would soon run dry

I told no-one about the call
That built us up and then tumbled my wall
It was a mild observation
Scattered in through the satellite station