Satellite - Baby Animals

Your enemies are your best friends

Who speak the truth and toxic dance

Around your bed, inside your head

Like to eat you, watch you go through

What they go through, they’re so see through

Sat all night, satellite

I won’t rush you tonight

Telegram, telegraph

I won’t send you till I

You don’t have to impress your friends

It’s down to their devotion at your sad request

Your hide-a-way

Every door is just a way out

To the outside, to your rescue

Sat all night, satellite

I won’t rush you tonight

Telegram, telegraph

I won’t send you till I, alright

I waitin' the morning

You’re finished your story

While you wrestle demons

And take all the glory

Sat all night, satellite

I won’t rush you tonight

Telegram, telegraph

I won’t send you till I, alright