Satellite

And so the car was brought to a stop

On a country road

And the trees were bare, bare and black

And the drizzle came down

What are they doing here

What are they going to do to each other?

Silent through the glass the lips move

A finger makes it's point

Words obscured by fog swirling round

That hides the looker-on

What am I doing here

A stranger on the side of the road?

I'm a satellite, brought back down to earth

I'll always be in orbit

I'm a satellite

I want what you've got, I want a piece of you

I wish I got to know you

I like to think of space, cold and pure

Empty all around

The planets move in silence through it all

The stars they burn with no sound

What am I doing here

A stranger on the side of the road?

I'm a satellite, brought back down to earth

I'll always be in orbit

I'm a satellite

A satellite