Satellites - Bill Ryder-Jones

Our satellites are crossed

I’m stranded in the dark

Of all the things I’ve loved

but had to tear apart

My satellites turned to dust

I’m staring into space

Something I could trust

To put me in my place

I wasted all my time

I wasted yours as well

You saved me with the thought

That something somewhere

Must be happening

I turned to you and sigh

You smile and we start laughing

I turn into a child

Our satellites are crossed

I’m stranded in the dark

Of everything I’ve loved

and went and tore apart

I got lost in myself

and time got lost as well

But safety is the thought

that something somewhere

must be happening