Satellites - Parts & Labor
Sometimes I get the feeling that this really never was my home
A nineteen fifty seven kind of heaven sent remote control
A boring bird a bitter word a re recurring picture show
We watch together tracking weather barely tethered from below
We hover high an open eye to always see just where we are
The subdivisions subdividing and colliding bare their scars
A washing dish a ripping stitch nothing is missing no one's far
Wind up cloud wind up sky
Sees the rain turn to snow
Sees the rain turn to snow again
There is no more to know here
There is nothing more to know here
Our wings are urgently diverging feeling set upon the sun
Our welded skeletons are relatively ready to be gone
The cities merge the lights converge
The buzzing blurs into a single sigh
Wind up cloud wind up sky
Sees the rain turn to snow
Sees the rain turn to snow again
There is no more to know here
There is nothing more to know here
See the satellite
See the satellite
See the satellite
See the satellite seceding
See the satellite
See the satellite
See the satellite
See the satellite seceding
Here in the headlights
Here in the headlights
Here in the headlights
Here in the headlights
At a haunted height
At a haunted height
At a haunted height
At a haunted height
We roll our eyes back up into our heads
- 专辑：Receivers
- 歌手：Parts & Labor
- 歌曲：Satellites