Monday, September 22, 2008
Satellite
Satellite
Babies on beach blankets
headed for mars
Cute boys with crew cuts
and dayglo surfboards
There's a pretty lady in a bikini
Her eyes are bright
But her teeth look
like smashed out window panes
She's trying to fix her dreams
With sushi and facials and carrot juice
There's a wide wall
That we can't see over now
But that's ok
We're still learning mistakes,
they are allowed when you're a
Satellite
Yoga classes so you can look good
in your singles bars
California is sure lovely
It's the home of the stars
And everybody has a nice body
but their souls are like shadows
Hollow inside.
Choked and hiding behind
Vollyballs and valium and Power Bars
There's a wide wall
That we can't see over now
But that's ok
We're still learning
Mistakes, they are allowed when you're a
Satellite
We understand a lot of things
About modern technology
but not about dreams
Our hearts are on the shelves
We can't fix ourselves
But we can fix a satellite
In hollywood the heroes
are strung out on grace
And half-skinned gypsies
are crying "Leave this place"
There's a wide wall
That we can't see over now
But that's ok
We're still learning
Mistakes, they are allowed if you're a
Satellite
We can fix a satellite
The Pope can't fix my broken heart
Rock n roll can't fix my broken heart
Valium can't fix my broken heart
Miss Cleo can't fix my broken heart
But will you fix my broken heart?
Will you fix my broken heart?
Jewel
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