Satellite - Highspire

Nothing compares with when I see you shine

Whenever you need me I’ve got the time

You are the sun, the sand and all the stars in flight

And someday I will be your satellite

Gave me cold logic when I touched your skin

Bold understanding anarchist

Nor can these bones be broken in foreign times

Can you see my many sunken eyes?

You are the sun, the sand and all the stars in flight

And someday I will be your satellite