Tuesday 11 December 2012

Lyrics to Satellite by Lelia Broussard

I slip and sway at every passing turn
I think I may be losing my mind
I ride my bike up the hills
To an abandoned house
On the outskirts of Los Angeles

Where no one can see me
No one really knows me at all

Would you be my satellite
Would you be my radar
They don’t understand us
But it don’t matter
Satellite satellite

I should just get on with it and
Say the things I’ve meant to say for so long
Bit my tongue till I tasted blood
I don’t want to lose control

I’m on the edge of my seat
I can feel my heart skip a beat

So would you be my
Would you be my satellite 
Would you be my radar
They don’t understand us
But it don’t matter
Satellite satellite 

I write love letters to pass the time
I’m a radio you’re the frequency I’m on
But it’s been so long since I’ve been gone

Would you be my satellite 
Would you be my radar
They don’t understand us
But it don’t matter
Satellite satellite

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