This one’s for the lonely child,
Broken-hearted, running wild.
This was written for the one to blame,
The one who believes they are the cause of chaos
In everything.
You may find yourself in the dead of night,
Lost somewhere up there in the great big beautiful sky.
You are all just perfect little satellites,
Spinning round and round this
Broken earthly life.
This is so you’ll know the sound
Of someone who loves you from the ground.
Tonight you are not alone at all,
This is me sending out my satellite call.
This is so you’ll know the sound
Of someone who loves you from the ground.
Tonight you are not alone at all.
This is me sending out my satellite call.