Dickie - Satellites

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How you feeling now?
Wrapped up on the couch
Waiting on your soldier
To come around
How you feeling now?
Listening for the sound
Of some old fashioned angel
Rustling through your house
I can’t help you
To gather up the sparks
Put them in your heart
You’re saying
No one saves you
Those little scraps of time
Pay a bit of mind
You’re seeing satellites
Do they turn to satellites
Before they’re gone
Satellites
Do they turn to satellites
Before they’re gone
How you feeling now?
Absent from your mouth
One simple estimation
Can’t even leave your crown
Are you checking out?
Paving over ground
Of all the calls you made when
They didn’t even count
I can’t help you
To gather up the sparks
Put them in your heart
You’re saying
No one saves you
Those little scraps of time
Pay a bit of mind
You’re seeing satellites
Do they turn to satellites
Before they’re gone
Why don’t you do something
Do something, do something
While you’re racking up Those tender miles
Why don’t you do something
Do something, do something
Harping on your shrinking sense of style
Tailing younger stations that you dial
Satellites
Do they turn to satellites
Before they’re gone
Satellites
Do they turn to satellites
Before they’re gone