Thomas Azier
Satellite
Such a beautiful mess in this head of mine
And I am dreaming wide awake
I wish I could follow all the blurry lines
Before they melt away

The way you move your body
The way we spin out of control
The way you move your body
Your eyes rolled black
My hands are letting go

And you asked me if I'm close enough
And you guided me all the way
And there is a storm about to swallow us
And it's slowing down the pace

The way you move your body
The way we spin out of control
The way you move your body
Your eyes rolled black
My hands are letting go

You're my satellite
You're my satellite