BT - Satellite (моя самая любимая песня) | Текст песни

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She smells of the sun
and she's constantly saying
that's it's all a lie,
because lies sound so nice.
And like soil to seed goes
to casting my fears aside...

She says, "The satellite is coming".
I pray, the wrecking ball is waining
She says, "The satellite is coming.
It's come to take us home".

Satellite...

Still smells of the sun
and the light that brings healing
is burning my eyes
and the dark seems so nice
and I'm choking on blessings that I can receive
I hide.

She says, "The satellite is coming".
I pray, wrecking ball is waining.
She says, "The satellite is coming.
It's come to take us home