Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Satellites, artist - Parts & Labor. Album song Receivers, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 20.10.2008
Record label: Jagjaguwar
Song language: English
Satellites |
| Sometimes I get the feeling that this really never was my home |
| A 1957 kind of heaven sent remote control |
| A boring bird a bitter word a re-recurring picture show |
| We watch together tracking weather barely tethered from below |
| We hover high an open eye to always see just where we are |
| The subdivisions subdividing and colliding bare their scars |
| A washing dish a ripping stitch nothing is missing no one’s far |
| Wind up cloud wind up sky |
| Sees the rain turn to snow |
| Sees the rain turn to snow again |
| There is no more to know here |
| There is nothing more to know here |
| Our wings are urgently diverging feeling set upon the sun |
| Our welded skeletons are relatively ready to be gone |
| The cities merge the lights converge the buzzing blurs into a single sigh |
| Wind up cloud wind up sky |
| Sees the rain turn to snow |
| Sees the rain turn to snow again |
| There is no more to know here |
| There is nothing more to know here |
| See the satellite, See the satellite |
| See the satellite, See the satellite seceding |
| See the satellite, See the satellite |
| See the satellite, See the satellite seceding |
| Here in the headlights, Here in the headlights |
| Here in the headlights, Here in the headlights |
| At a haunted height, At a haunted height |
| At a haunted height, At a haunted height |
| We roll our eyes back up into our heads |