Feelers (The)
Satellite
I was satellite As pushing through the stars And I was nebullite As faking it with the stars I was freaking out To see you there And now Iâ??m crying out Hoping that you might hear High in the corners In time to take myself from me Safety in numbers Iâ??ll run away if you reject me And I couldnâ??t feel a thing Hours inebriated I couldnâ??t feel a thing I felt so segregated
From Letras Mania