Lyrics — Song of The Satellite

Morning sitting quietly
bring it on home
bring it on home
over and over again
till you make it home
call it your own

Song of the Satellite
streaming overhead
Satellite
streaming overhead
Satellite

In the 2nd dream of the first heaven
book flew open to a page and
the mystery surrounded everything

In the early days of the desert
you were standing by a mirage
of an oasis you created
to keep you warm

Song of the Satellite
streaming overhead
Satellite
streaming overhead
Satellite


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