satellite

i can see the date on a dime,
i can read a letter floating in the ocean.
headquarters tells me what to do all the time.
cloak and dagger, terrorists and all the little spies.

but I’d rather look for you
walking down the street with your smile, your smile.

they send me co-ordinates to photograph
i just hover 16 miles above your house.
and i take little snapshots of you.
i make them grainy, send them back to hq.

cause i’d rather look at you,
looking out your window
with your smile, your smile.

i’m just a satellite for your love.
i’d fly a million miles just to find you.
they’ve got me spinning in this orbit,
and one day i’ll come crashing to the ground.

cause i’d rather be with you
than stuck up in here in your orbit,
your orbit,
this lonely orbit.