Oh satellite where are you? So many things I 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 deep shades overhead or blue and red, Is this the end, will you come again?
I searched beyond the clouds, are you there? walk sadly onward through the crowd, alone somewhere, I saw beyond the blur, to right you were, And I beheld a sight so pure,
Dreams die, when we sleep beneath the open sky, And the deep shades overhead or blue red, Is this the end, will you come back again?