Well, satellite, satellite skin
Just to know, just to say you don't realize it
Askin' for a question
Publishers: CHRYSALIS MUSIC LTD, CRAZY GNOME, PARTY PANTS MUSIC, TSCHUDI MUSIC, UGLY CASANOVA MUSIC
If you break these moth wing feelin's
I have seen it all become satellite skin
When they took it up while you were still eatin'
Hard enough just to say you don't need it
Nothin's left to show I existed
Do you even believe that there's a race to be won?
Well, happy fuckin' congratulations
Well, no one really seems to be waitin'
Songwriters: Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Martyn Green, Eric Scott Judy, Johnny Marr, Thomas Peloso, Joseph Plummer
A knack to know that it's not their opinions
Do you even believe them?
Well, how the heck did you think you could beat them?
Oh, satellite, satellite skin
Powderin' dust on your fingers
Oh, what the use, oh, what the hell
Oh, satellite, satellite skin
Well, everyone, everyone wins
Hard enough just to say you believe them
Was it easier said then was actually done?
If you break these moth wing feelin's
Well, now were not prayin', we're kneelin'
You can say what you want and not mean it
Just to tell you I could not have seen
Well, everyone, everyone's waitin'
You can say what you want, you're forgiven
Detachments gets praised and completed
At the same time that your tryin' to be them
Butterfly knives in the ceilin'
Get stacked in all those usual avoided spots
If you sweep up this mess I created
Well, everyone's willin' to listen
Just like bein' my own solar system
Through to the gist of those unhappy, happy accidents
If you bring these moth wing feeling'
Doin' good things but they totally eclipse them
Openin' some eyes