By: Jonathan Ferreri and Mike Garrigan
November 14, 2021

A tangerine picture show was the last thing I remember.
Silhouettes on a movie screen suffocating on the embers
Fading out like a dying dream, pseudo-orbiting the center.
They were satellites. They don't last forever.

What kind of fool was I to think we belong together?
An idiot's paradise of promenades and tremors.
Lemonade candlelight casting shadows on the never
We're satellites. We don't last forever.

So if we're gonna crash to the ground, we might as well accelerate.
If you're gonna follow me down, do you think you might show me the way?
Sometimes I kinda wish you were mine, but I could never tarnish your crown.
We're satellites. We’re going down.

Ocean storm like a hurricane came crashing through November.
Never seen the moonlight pull so much water down from heaven.
Come together and separate, like a retrograde impression.
We're satellites. We don't last forever.

So if we're gonna crash to the ground, we might as well accelerate.
If you're gonna follow me down, do you think you might show me the way?
Sometimes I kinda wish you would stay, but I could never tarnish your crown.
We're satellites. We’re going down.

Holding on is moving on.
Holding on is moving on.
Holding on is moving on.
Holding on is moving on.
It's the same old song.

What kind of fool was I to think we belong together?

So if we're gonna crash to the ground, we might as well accelerate.
And if you're gonna follow me down, do you think you might show me the way?
Sometimes I kinda wish you were here, but I could never tarnish your crown.
We're satellites. We’re going down.
We're satellites. We’re going down.
We're satellites. We’re going down.
We're satellites. We’re going down.