Satellite Songtext
von Icehouse

Satellite, satellite
Satellite, satellite

She′s got a wall full of pinups and magazine photos
She teases her hair as she tries on the poses
Just stands at the T.V. while she's filing her nails
And sighs, "Maybe"

And I am standing in line with the other stuffed toys
While she′s checking her diary and painting her toe
Is it Friday or Saturday night? Well, who knows?
She says, "Maybe"

And there's space junk inside her head
And she's, she′s somewhere out there
Spinning like a satellite
Satellite
Oh, dizzy, dizzy darlin′
When are you coming down?
Satellite, satellite


Well, she's studied the movies, bought all the right clothes
Is she modeling a Garbo or Marilyn Monroe?
She can waste hours and hours with her friends on the phone
They say, "Maybe"

Leaves her lipstick and perfume all over the place
Only sleeps in the daytime, never wears the same dress
She′s in ecstasy now, she says "ooh, that's the best"
I say "Maybe"

And there′s space junk inside her head
She's somewhere out there
Spinning like a satellite
Satellite
Space junk inside her head
Satellite
She′s somewhere out there

Space junk inside her head
She's somewhere out there
Spinning like a satellite
Oh, dizzy, dizzy, darlin'
When are you coming down?
Space junk inside her head
She′s somewhere out there
Spinning like a satellite


Oh, dizzy, dizzy, darlin′
When are you coming down?
Spinning like a satellite
Space junk inside her head
She's somewhere out there
Spinning like a satellite

Oh, dizzy, dizzy, darlin′
Satellite
Space junk inside her head
Satellite
Satellite