Old Satellites Songtext
von HD Hausmann

to talk of old satellites
blind and in the swelling sky
they fall to earth
become in time
a landfill of our accolades

with thoughts of every silhouette
that fell upon our beaten chests
then coldly in the morning left

and i be control

and boldly i belong to whom
where all my thoughts alone undo
no pause to say
not hard to lose

and i be control


at once to slide an ill taught mood
between the sheets
unconscious strewn
the callous of us vulnerable

and i be control

to talk of old satellites
blind and in the swelling sky
they fall to earth
become in time
a landfill of our accolades

with thoughts of every silhouette
that fell upon our breaking chests
then coldly in the morning left
and i be control

and the rain fell and here we are
floating always backwards now