Satellite - Thomas Azier

Such a beautiful mess in this head of mine

And I am dreaming wide awake

I wish I could follow all the blurry lines

Before they melt away

The way you move your body

The way we spin out of control

The way you move your body

Your eyes rolled black

My hands are letting go

And you asked me if I’m close enough

And you guided me all the way

And there is a storm about to swallow us

And it’s slowing down the pace

The way you move your body

The way we spin out of control

The way you move your body

Your eyes rolled black

My hands are letting go

You’re my satellite

You’re my satellite