Slow summer nights spent sneaking around.
Laughing at kids dressed as wizards;
their robes and scarves, tall hats and wands.
But the shit of it is they have a vision
and their friends in it with them;
they're laughing at life, they're smiling tonight.
And what are we? Just weak-hearted thieves,
making a living at others' expense.
Should have guessed it would take as much to find out
just what it is I can or can't live without.
You're a satellite of this life
and you revolve around…
coming back into view now.
I swear I still feel the same about everything
when trajectory brings it back over me.
Orbiting high and my mind can't meet
with any other light until it's passed by.
Sent rockets to their deaths in the air,
but there was no trace of any red glare
just the warmth of your stare,
and how mine cannot compare.
You theorize about wild things, Loch Ness monsters,
and we set out on a hunt of our own over here
an ocean away on the shores of our own lakes,
making hypotheses stick in dry riverbeds.
Should be thankful it would take so much to find out
what it is I can or can't live without.
You're a satellite of this life
and you revolve in your own time.
You revolve around…
I swear I still feel the same about everything
when trajectory brings it back over me.
Held high to the heavens, and I
have eyes for no other light until it's passed by.
This world can swallow you more thorough,
then choose where and how to spit you out.
When is eternally the mystery,
but always beautiful to be here for.
Just a witness as the world spins.
We sit in the back of our minds, we wait,
skipping thoughts of satellites off stars into the dead of space . . .
into the dead of space . . .
into the dead of space . . .
into the dead of space ! ! !
