Satellite - Aimee Mann

Lets assume you were right

And play the game of charm and strange

And satellite

And when weve all had our fun

Deflate the stars

And put away the sun

And so we can call it a day

Cause Ill never prove that my motives were pure

So lets remove any question of cure

Cause even though youve made it pretty obscure

Baby, its clear, from here--

Youre losing your atmosphere

From here, youre losing it So lets assume it was true

Cause baby cant lift up a hand to swear to you

And whats the use of defense?

The hangers-on are too far gone for evidence

And that one was lost from the first

Cause Ill never prove that my motives were pure

So lets remove any question of cure

Cause even though youve made it pretty obscure

Baby, its clear, from here--

Youre losing your atmosphere

From here, youre losing it So have it your way

Whatever makes the best resume

Whatever you can throw in Wash, rinse and spin til its

Spun away--okay

But I wont be sticking around

Cause Ill never prove that my motives were pure

So lets remove any question of cure

Cause even though youve made it pretty obscure

Baby, its clear, from here--

Youre losing your atmosphere

From here, youre losing it