Satellites

Hey you, would you mind to fill the gap?
Hey you, life won’t be served on silver plates
I can’t promise you wealth or plant a tree on golden grounds. But by the look in your eyes I can sing of love in brighter tones.

I’ll get myself a real life though
I’m not well situated
I’ll bring out the simple things in a world of giant stages and I’ll trade every single day for the love we have created and I promise you, yes I promise you to make it.

Hey you, let us stop the march of time
Hey you, and forget what we have left behind because that’s all I can give the melodies of stars tonight. With our hands in the air we’re reaching out for satellites and I’ll shoot one down for you.

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