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