Satellite - Jonathan Thulin

You’re like the satellite,

Scouring the globe,

I’m like the radio,

Deciphering the code,

And my heart is full,

Full of wonder when I look at you,

When I look at you.

You’re like a telegraph,

Writing to my heart,

I’m like an autograph,

Dying to make my mark,

But you slow me down,

As I rush into your frequency,

You take hold of me,

So easily…

I am the moth, you are the flame,

I am the tree, you are the wind,

I am your child, you’re calling me,

Like a satellite,

You’re like a satellite to me.

You’re like a polygraph,

Reading into me.

I’m like a criminal,

Your judgement didn’t see.

You’re not angry with me,

When I show you that I don’t believe,

You take hold of me,

So easily…

I am the moth, you are the flame,

I am the tree, you are the wind,

I am your child, you’re calling me,

Like a satellite,

You’re like a satellite to me.

If I’m honest with you,

You will give me what I need.

If I stand before you,

Will the world see what I see?

And if I fall into the night,

You’ll still be light.

Like a satellite,

You’re like a satellite to me.

I am the moth, you are the flame,

I am the tree, you are the wind,

I am your child, you’re calling me,

Like a satellite,

You’re like a satellite to me.

Like a satellite.