I am a guitar in the back of a burned out car, out inthe parking lot of a closed down bar

On the edge of a two bit town, where no-one comes around, since the factory’s closed down

She is a penny arcade, when the colours start to fade and all that remains are the memories we made

They wash up on the shore of the dreams that are no more and the photos on the floor

She says “Turn out the light, I just want to be alone tonight”

And that’s all right with me

Oh my, what can I say?

I’m a satellite and I’m wired this way

Gravity is such a beautiful thing and it’s pulling, yeah she’s pulling

God she’s pulling me in

She’s everything I need, everything I want, blonde hair and skinny jeans, man she’s everything I’m not

She says “So if you are a guitar, then show me how you play. I could be the melody that makes you famous someday”

She says “Come on back tonight, I’ll make you feel alright”

And that’s all right with me

Oh my, what can I say?

I’m a satellite and I’m wired this way

Gravity is such a beautiful thing and it’s pulling, yeah she’s pulling

God she’s pulling me in

And it’s pulling, yeah she’s pulling,

God she’s pulling me in

Oh my, what can I do?

I can’t take my eyes off you

Your eyes, your hair, your lips, your skin

She's like a black hole and she's pulling me in

She's like a black hole

Oh my, what can I say? I’m a satellite and I’m wired

Oh my, what can I say? I’m a satellite and I’m wired this way

Gravity is such a beautiful thing and it’s pulling, yeah she’s pulling

God she’s pulling me in

She's like a black hole

 

Words and music by Christopher Moody

 

 

Satellite