Satellite

(альбом: Postcards - 2017)

Was alone last night, leaving black out white
Leaving black out white
Circle on the sight on your satellite, on your satellite

The thought of your skin on mine
Was enough to break me down
The thought of your skin on mine

But what is your love? What is your love?
What is your love? What is your love?

I've no control, my relentless soul
My relentless soul
You have pierced my will, though you're standing still
You were standing still

The thought of your skin on mine
Was enough to break me down
The thought of your skin on mine

But what is your love? What is your love?
What is your love? What is your love?

I thought I found a way to fight poison lips
Your taste, your mind

But what is your love? What is your love?
What is your love? What is your love?

But what is your love? What is your love?
What is your love? What is your love?

I thought I found a way to fight poison lips
Your taste, your mind

But what is your love? What is your love?
What is your love? What is your love?