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