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