Napalm Dreams - Satellites

Moon drops and meteors,
a night in the park,
Call me crazy,
But friends don't kiss in the dark...

The way we did.

It's some kind of wonderful,
Some kind of hurt,
Two God struck children,
With our names on our shirts.

You wish upon the shooting stars above,
I didn't have the heart to tell you their just satellites,
Connecting our world.

But you looked so awestruck with your palm in my hand,
And the midnight lake washing over the sand.
Like you were my satellite.