Mr. Satellite Man
Have you swallowed the moon
Cool with your rocket ship
What more is there to explore with your eyes
Your eye
Oh
I think of Icarus
Oh
Feathers in each of our hands
Oh
I need the sky above to hold my body under
And everybody seems to be
Ready to hang their coats in
Such a strange thing to me
To just party 'till the sun dies
Oh
I think of Icarus
Oh
Feathers in each of our hands
Oh
I need the sky above to hold my body under
Comments (0)