Satellite Songtext
von Merchandise

We say things we don′t mean
A satellite so long gone
Like the love letters i wrote you
That you lost when you moved
The fruit of desire
Stuffed right in my mouth
I'm drunk in your old room I′m sinning out loud
No, you'll never escape my mind
No, you'll never escape my mind
To stand divined
Entwined
No, you′ll never escape my mind
No, you can′t, and you never will