Brooklyn - Satellite

Whisper out my window, I hear the fall winds calling

I feel you waiting, while you lie awake

For an answer that’s not coming

Uh, whoa, cause who I am, another ghost in your bed

The shell of a man, learning to love again

Or a stubborn fool who can’t hear a word you said

Just give me the chance to bury my dead

I am just alone, a lonely tree in brooklyn

Climbing towards the sky line

Never one seems to know

Which way I should be turning

Uh, whoa, cause who I am, another ghost in your bed

The shell of a man, learning to love again

Or a stubborn fool who can’t hear a word you said

Just give me the chance to bury my dead

The fire in your eyes or the taste on my lips

Look at what mess we’ve made, a mess we’ve made

Of love

The fire in your eyes, wanna taste on my lips

Look at what mess we’ve made, a mess we’ve made

Of love

Is there a fire on the hillside, or a new horizon burning

Cause I can’t live a lie, and I don’t know what’s true

Uh, whoa, cause who I am, another ghost in your bed

The shell of a man, learning to love again

Or a stubborn fool who can’t hear a word you said

Just give me the chance to bury

The change to bury my dead