Satellite

While the hands are pointing
up midnight
You're a question mark
coming after people you watched collide

You can ask what you want to
the satellite

'Cause the names you drop put
ice in my veins
And for all you know
you're the only one who finds it strange

When they call it a lover's moon
the satellite

'Cause it acts just like lovers do
the satellite

A burned-out world, you know
Staying up all night
The satellite



Credits
Writer(s): Steven P. Smith
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