
Date of issue: 02.04.2009
Record label: Ferret
Song language: English
To Satellite |
Excuse me darling! |
For breathing my own air |
Excuse me baby, but are you even there? |
You threw your arms around my shoulders |
In hopes of pulling us much closer |
But there’s static in my ear |
Saying that you’re not real |
What were you hoping for? |
When you just close the door |
You’ve got your fingers around my neck |
And I struggle to breathe |
But all the while you’d rather watch me choke |
Then see me with a naked throat |
I never thought you were worth waiting for |
We’ve come so far for this |
And all things missed left behind to build this |
This is distance |
Push and pull, dig into the skull |
This life doesn’t wait, push and pull |
With so much electricity flowing through this wrist |
The sparks fly right off my lips |
Imploding every existence. |
For this |
This is distance. |
This is distance |
Wandering aimlessly into the wrist |
You have to give up for this |
This is reality |
There’s always cables on the way |
To satellite. |
To satellite |
Wandering aimlessly into the wrist |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Namaskar | 2009 |
His Silent Film | 2009 |
Miami Nights | 2009 |
If We Speak Quietly | 2009 |
Pueblo Cicada | 2009 |
The Ventriloquist | 2009 |
The Choreographer | 2009 |
Versus Versace | 2009 |
The Weatherman | 2009 |
The Ocean, The Beast! | 2009 |