Satellites - Dickie

How you feeling now?

Wrapped up on the couch

Waiting on your soldier

To come around

How you feeling now?

Listening for the sound

Of some old fashioned angel

Rustling through your house

I can’t help you

To gather up the sparks

Put them in your heart

You’re saying

No one saves you

Those little scraps of time

Pay a bit of mind

You’re seeing satellites

Do they turn to satellites

Before they’re gone

Satellites

Do they turn to satellites

Before they’re gone

How you feeling now?

Absent from your mouth

One simple estimation

Can’t even leave your crown

Are you checking out?

Paving over ground

Of all the calls you made when

They didn’t even count

I can’t help you

To gather up the sparks

Put them in your heart

You’re saying

No one saves you

Those little scraps of time

Pay a bit of mind

You’re seeing satellites

Do they turn to satellites

Before they’re gone

Why don’t you do something

Do something, do something

While you’re racking up Those tender miles

Why don’t you do something

Do something, do something

Harping on your shrinking sense of style

Tailing younger stations that you dial

Satellites

Do they turn to satellites

Before they’re gone

Satellites

Do they turn to satellites

Before they’re gone