Oh satellite above, where are you? So many things have to tell you of, Please come back soon. went through an open door, or a hole in the floor, You vanished and I see you anymore,
never die, when we sleep beneath the open sky, And the deep shades or blue and red, Is this the end, will you come back again?
searched beyond the clouds, are you there? I walk sadly onward through the crowd, alone somewhere, I beyond the blur, to right where you And I beheld a sight so pure,
Dreams die, when we sleep beneath the open sky, And the deep shades overhead or blue and red, Is the end, will you come back again?