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