Satellite - Arora

look closer, could we be happy

daydreamer slumbering, sleepy

rock city grows hearts green with envy

so don’t fill it with love, fill it with money

waking up in the cold of night

all you do is pull the blanket tight

circle round like a satellite

i gotta get, gotta get it right

every which way we’re stuck in the middle, gimmie that loophole

every which way we’re stuck in the middle, i won’t ever let it go

everyone knows we’re formulating all the ways to be adored

every which way we’re stuck in the middle deeper than the ones before

listen, grace will show you both hands

mirrors rip our hearts wide open

i dare you to pay attention

fire burns you with fire

burns your intentions

say the things that you said before

excuses leading to a million more

do the things that you’ve done before

patterns leading all the way to war