Greg Thompson - Satellite Lyrics

Drifting through a spin
She's high above hot air balloons, she won't be back any time soon
Up above is it a better sight?
Or does it simply beat the current view, of dealing with me and you?

Bobbing through the electric ocean
A lost star in the crowded sky
You're a satellite

All the planets will get jealous
'Cos she paid them no mind as she was passing on by
And when she's feeling this far away
You'll see her walking round as if she were really on the ground

Oh, what a pretty Illusion, as her signal is lost
From her satellite

And the whole world
With it's noise couldn't reach
With a scream couldn't speak
Nor with lights un dim
Her satellite