Souls On Satellite - borne

And I feel

And I breath and I got, all I need

And it’s cold and it slides, reaching out, reaching out on the inside

And it’s clean and it’s cold and it grows.

on the Summer wind

I try to be cold

But it’s no use cause

She’s the fire and I’m the rose

And I feel

And I feed and I got, all I need

And it’s cold and it slides, reaching out, reaching out on the inside

And it’s clean and it’s cold and it grows.

on the Summer wind

Cold on the Summer?

I try to be cold

But it’s no use cause

She’s the fire and I’m the rose

I try to explode

She cuts my fuse cause

She’s the lock and I’m the load

Nothing’s wrong, nothing’s right

We stay inside to see the light

I rest my soul on satellite

Where not getting out of here alive

I try, I try, I try and I try I try

I try, I try and I try, I try, I try