The Satellite And The Hit
Joe Freedman, Jason Tankerley
Beneath the stone
A burning glow
A restless ghost
Now they know
The brown and red
Laid down to rest
She's calling out
In whispers
Will you save me
When they come for me
Let's set the tone
And mourn alone
Disguise our souls
Then we'll show
The brown and red
Laid down to rest
She's calling out
In whispers
Will you save me
When they come for me
I'll be waiting
Will you wait for me
Our final dance
The pieces on the floor
Will you save me
When they come for me
I'll be waiting
Will you wait for me
