Satellite

SATELLITE
PASSING OVERHEAD, ABOVE A CLEAR BLUE SKY
WONT YOU PLEASE TAKE ME AWAY SOMETIME
NOTHING MATTERS NOW, YOU’LL NEVER COME BACK DOWN AGAIN
OH
EARTHLY MATTERS DONT MATTER MUCH TO BOTH OF US IT’S PRETTY OBVIOUS
BUT DONT YOU WANNA SEE
OH
WHAT IS LEFT FOR YOU AND ME
OH
THE CEILING’S SO CLOSE TO MY FEET I COULD GO FOR A STROLL A SICK SAD SOLAR SYSTEM THE SIZE OF A SOLE
OH
IM ABOUT TO LOSE CONTROL
I’LL SEE YOU INTO THE UNKNOWN
OH
THANK GOD FOR THE AIR CONDITIONING IN SUCH A SMALL SPACE STILL, I HATE TO BE THAT GUY BUT I SWEAR IM CATCHING A COLD OH
IM ABOUT TO LOSE CONTROL
AGAIN