Everyone here's in trouble Man with the megaphone It's smoke and mirrors And crystal balls And red alerts all because The king who hides behind the pawns
I looked down and I didn't know what to think Vapor trails from the engine of this plane Shut my eyes and I flew right from this place Made a wish and
There are ghosts in here They are stuck in the middle Midnight rattling chains Just like fireworks Heading straight for the heavens But explode on the
I closed the door and stepped into the city The city stepped right back to me There's cracks on every sidewalk of this city Like licking lips to swallow
Two of us riding nowhere Spending someone's hard earned pay You and me Sunday driving Not arriving on our way back home We're on our way back home We
reach You're my satellite You're riding with me tonight Passenger side, lighting the sky Always the first star that I find You're my satellite You're my satellite
