Oh satellite above, where are you? So many things I to tell you of, Please come back soon. You went through an open or a hole in the floor, You and I can’t see you anymore,
never die, when we sleep beneath the open sky, And deep shades overhead or blue and red, Is this the end, will you come back again?
searched beyond the clouds, are you there? I sadly onward through the crowd, alone somewhere, I saw beyond the blur, to right where you were, And beheld a sight so pure,
Dreams 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?