And I’m a satellite Cruising over empty walls Screaming down empty veins Holding up rush hour trains And causing you all of your pain I’m the moon landing leaving in the dead of night You dream of me like it’s all right. And I’m a warehouse locked for you And there are things in there you don’t want me to do I’m a satellite
And I’m a satellite Cruising over empty walls Moving over empty streets Moving through the people we meet And I’m a satellite, baby, for you And I’m a fox through bins consumed And I’m a burglar alarm at night
And I’m dripping trinkets Like a New Year’s Christmas tree Singing Easter like a Cub Scout lost at sea And as the gods toss you up Across the crest of the wave Your stepsister’s wondering how to behave And when it’s dark And all the nocturnes creep and play And as the wind picks you up Blows all the trees away I’m a satellite
And I’m a satellite Cruising over empty walls Moving over empty streets Moving through the people we meet And I’m a satellite, baby, for you And I’m a fox through bins consumed And I’m a burglar alarm at night