I slip and sway at every
Passing turn I think I may be
Losing my mind
I ride my bike up the hill
To a an abandoned house
On the outskirts of Los Angeles
But no one can see me
Nobody really knows me at all
Would you be my satellite
Would you be my radar?
They don't understand us
But it don't matter
Satellite, sa-a-a-atellite
I should just get on with it and
Say the things I meant to say
For so long
Bit my tongue till I tasted blood
I don't want to lose control
I'm on the edge of my seat
I can feel my heaart skip a beat
Would you be my satellite
Would you be my radar?
They don't understand us
But it don't matter
Satellite, sa-a-a-atellite
Satellite
I write love letters to pass the time
And I'm a radio - you're the frequency I'm on
Been so long since I been gone
Would you be my satellite?
Would you be my radar?
They don't understand us
But it don't matter
Satellite, satellite
Be my satellite?
Would you be my radar?
They don't understand us
No no, but it don't matter
Satellite, sa-a-a-atellite
Satellite was produced by Dan Romer.