Satellite - Hope Sandoval, The Warm Inventions

State your way

'Cause you’re going down

Get your hands to pray your way out

Satellite 'cause your faith ain’t home

Jingle head your heart’s made of stone

Don’t blaze on your way home

Count your blessings

'Cause you’re hazed and don’t know

Four days on your head made of hair

Just before you lay yourself down

In the ground where you came

In the place that your sisters made

Put your hands to pray your way out

For the lake 'cause it’s all that you have

Don’t play me for a fool you say

Happiness is your hearts contents

Count your blessings, all ??

Count your blessings on your way down

On your way down, on your way down

On your way