Talon |
10-17-2012 09:14 AM |
STARS & SATELLITES~M. Driver
You court the darkness like she's your lover
A girl you nailed one time and can't get over
Feverish and sleepless at night
It's only because you cannot tear your eyes from her
If love is the answer you seek
You're asking the wrong kind of questions
The wrong kind of questions will keep you asking me,
Asking me for love
And all the stars and satellites give you nothing
Because all those satellites have died
And all the satellites in your atmosphere
They burn for you but you're cold as Mars
I know that you see the light in the sky like I do
But for you they are just dying stars
I guess there's poetry in a dayless life
And profit to be made from your pain
I hope you call me up if you ever grow old
I would like to see your face again
If love *is* the answer you seek,
You are asking the wrong kind of questions.
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