You were the
You were the sun
Entrancing; burning me up
Too inland; two stranded views
Caught up in a fear to choose
I was just so distracted
Always looking up at some kind of satellite
If they're still, that must mean something
If they're still
You were my
You were my light
A spectral; apparitional, I've
No longer a pixelated view
I could hold you; I could die with you
But I was just so distracted
Always looking up at some kind of satellite
If they're still, that must mean something
If they're still
But I am just so damn distracted
And always looking up at something
Like satellites
If thеy're still, that must mean something
Thеy're so still. they must mean something
If they're still that must mean something
When they're still. they're really something
When we're still, you're really something
If I'm still right