Highspire - Satellite

Nothing compares with when I see you shine Whenever you need me I’ve got the time You are the sun, the sand and all the stars in flight And someday I will be your satellite Gave me cold logic when I touched your skin Bold understanding anarchist Nor can these bones be broken in foreign times Can you see my many sunken eyes? You are the sun, the sand and all the stars in flight And someday I will be your satellite