White Satellite - Ljungblut

It sure feels like the end of days

It should make you

Wipe the smile off your face

Im not looking for an easy wasy

Out of here

Im just thinking to myself

'cause no one else seem to care

Come to think of a white satellite

Rolling over a coca cola black sky

Looking up at an empty star

And what I see

Is that you were really

A piece of me

So many different ways

To lose you

So many different ways

To lose

If you could see me now

Out of my shell

Then you would understand

How much I try