The Satellite

Words and music by Seth Warren


Bitter

We’re floating above the clouds in a twenty-person craft
You lean over, whisper in my ear about all you want to have
The lights of the city below seem to decorate the land
And you’re looking as if to say, “my heart is in your
hand…”

And I get up and walk around some, though I don’t get very far
And I guess that I am trying to find just a clue as to where we are

Chorus:
Take the time and put me down
Are you still on the ground?
Nothing is as it seems
And we give up our dreams
Like a falling satellite
Didn’t quite miss the night
So we’ll give it our best
And just hope we haven’t missed

You’re screaming at me out loud outside a twenty-person craft
You’re screaming about the everything that we will never have
You walk into the building, you let go of my hand
You’re so intent on leaving and yes, I understand

And I get up and walk around some, though I don’t get very far
And I know I have lost my mind ’cause I can tell just where we are

Chorus


Copyright © 2002 Seth Warren