Lelia Broussard Satellite
Drum beat intro
I slip and sway at every
passing town I think I may be,
Losing my mind.
I ride my bike up the hill
to an abandoned house
On the outskirts of Los Angeles
But no one can see me,
nobody really knows me
at all
Would you be my satellite
Would you be my radar?
They don't understand us,
but it don't matter
Satellite,
Sa-a-a-atellite
I should just get on with it and
say the things I meant to say
For so long
Bit my tongue till I tasted blood
I don't want to lose control
I'm on the edge of my seat
I can feel my heart skip a beat
Would you be my satellite
Would you be my radar?
They don't understand us,
but it don't matter
Satellite,
Sa-a-a-atellite
Satellite.
I write love letters to pass the time
and I'm a radio and you're the frequency I'm on
but it's been so long
since I've been gone
Would you be my satellite
Would you be my radar?
They don't understand us,
but it don't matter
Satellite,
Satellite,
Be my satellite?
Would you be my radar?
They don't understand us,
no no
But it don't matter
Satellite
Sa-a-a-atellite
