Texty: BT. Movement In Still Life. Satellite.

We'd like you to leave immediately ... Next subject ... We can see the satellite at uh, a distance of about uh, i guess over 15 miles here ... It looked like a star as you looked up ... See here, we have a beautiful view of the earth down below as the satellite departs

She smells of the sun
And she's constantly saying
That's it's alright because lies sound so nice
And like soil to seed goes, casting my fears aside

She says, "The satellite is coming"
I pray the wrecking ball is waning
She says, "The satellite is coming. It's come to take us home."

Satellite...

Still smells of the sun
And the light that brings healing is burning my eyes
And the dark seems so nice
And I'm choking on blessings that I can receive
I hide

She says, "The satellite is coming"
I pray the wrecking ball is waning
She says, "The satellite is coming. It's come to take us home."