zooming past, a falling little meteorite
bound to its core, a perception of a lifetime remorse
down it goes, rushing on like never before
down it goes, it isn't stopping till its fed up with life

slow burn. try to get a direction soon
you are a satellite up in the sky
if only you were blind

guilty taste, just the speed of a meteorite
flashing past, just a memory of promises made
now it goes, bound for earth like never before
now it goes, its just waiting for a moment to turn

slow burn. try to get a direction soon
you are a satellite up in the sky
if only you were blind
only a satellite, way too high
the one that's left behind