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