Crashing Satellite

With your tired legs, you can still walk
With your wet clothes, you can still crawl
Hear your heartbeat, does it scare you?
It still pulses, just accept it

Up in the sky, a falling satellite
Up in the sky, a falling satellite

Open your mouth, taste the plastic
It's delicious, gilded magic
Plain and colorful, ordinary
Another Sunday again

Up in the sky, a falling satellite
Up in the sky, a falling satellite
A crashing satellite

Now that I've seen all your colors
And I've read all your stories
What a fucking sad, sad coincidence
I'll turn off the television

Up in the sky, a falling satellite
Up in the sky, a falling satellite

Up in the sky, a falling satellite
Up in the sky, a falling satellite



Credits
Writer(s): Adriano Cintra
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