Satellite - Luciana Souza

While the hands are pointing up midnight

You’re a question mark coming after people you watched collide

You can ask what you want to the satellite

'Cause the names you drop put ice in my veins

And for all you know, you’re the only one who finds it strange

When they call it a lover’s moon, the satellite

'Cause it acts just like lovers do, the satellite

A burned-out world you know

Staying up all night

The satellite