Satellite

See here, we have a beautiful view of the earth down below as the satellite departs

She smells of the sun
And she's constantly saying
That's it's alright because lies sound so nice
And like soil to seed goes, casting my fears aside

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

This series of bearings that will us in proximity with the satellite.
It's been a good trip, Houston.