Satellite - Little Boots, John Dahlback

I’m flying, climbing, floating through time

See it all with my naked eye

The world’s revolving like it’s mine

Losing perspective, head in the clouds

But what goes up has to come down

For now my head keeps turning 'round

And I’m heading for a black hole

Spinning out of control

Like a satellite, like a satellite

I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling

Down to Earth

When I get too high, when I get too high

You’re calling, you’re calling, you’re calling

Me back to Earth

Illusion tricks the glamorous gold

It only leaves you wanting more

Wondering how you coped before

Touch down, you’re far too close to the sun

Your wings, they still can come undone

Learn how to walk before you run

Like a satellite, like a satellite

I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling

Down to Earth

When I get too high, when I get too high

You’re calling, you’re calling, you’re calling

Me back to Earth

Falling to pieces in the sky

Evaporating out of time

Touch down, you’re far too close to the sun

Your wings, they still can come undone

Learn how to walk before you run

When I get too high, when I get too high

You’re calling, you’re calling, you’re calling

Me back to Earth

And I’m, and I’m, I’m in flight like a satellite

And I’m, and I’m, I’m in flight like a satellite

Like a satellite, like a satellite

I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling

Down to Earth

When I get too high, when I get too high

You’re calling, you’re calling, you’re calling

Me back to Earth

Falling to pieces in the sky, evaporating