Satellite - Meadowlark

Was alone last night, leaving black out white

Leaving black out white

Circle on the sight on your satellite, on your satellite

The thought of your skin on mine

Was enough to break me down

The thought of your skin on mine

But what is your love?

What is your love?

What is your love?

What is your love?

I’ve no control, my relentless soul

My relentless soul

You have pierced my will, though you’re standing still

You were standing still

The thought of your skin on mine

Was enough to break me down

The thought of your skin on mine

But what is your love?

What is your love?

What is your love?

What is your love?

I thought I found a way to fight poison lips

Your taste, your mind

But what is your love?

What is your love?

What is your love?

What is your love?

But what is your love?

What is your love?

What is your love?

What is your love?

I thought I found a way to fight poison lips

Your taste, your mind

But what is your love?

What is your love?

What is your love?

What is your love?