are they really watching us from space? “all watched over by machines of loving grace” the solitude of satellites in the search for life all alone in the night all alone in the night
are they really watching us from space? all that surveillance seems like such a waste ‘cause can they see so deep inside to see the secrets that we hide? while the angels smoke their cigarettes in the night sky and the scientists all search for life on Earth maybe that’s why I’m never lonely when I ride all alone in the night so maybe that’s why I’m never lonely when I ride all alone in the night
we are lovers and liars and secret spies in the search for the corners where the truth may hide on our own like drones in the night until the moment when we strike explosions lighting up the night all alone in the night all alone in the night