Chained By Satellites

by Holly Blue

There's no luck in you,

You've gone up and dried,

I took a line from your book, made a bet against your tries

Again and again to shelter yourself from a storm 

Nobody had forecast;

Now you're looking for satellites.

Time takes working at

To get it right,

I walked down to the court and

Declared I never did try

To testify to your 

Sudden lack of hope

Because you were an emotional paraglide,

So here I am again,

On ground level

While you're high up in the sky;

Because you're looking for satellites.

There's a saying, it goes

"If you love someone let them go",

I never, never, never, never,

Never understood how 

Something so simple

As to be embroidered on a throw

Pillow

Could slowly kill my days,

Make me seem so cold and older,

Make you seem like this 

Chain around my every step,

Dragging across a life

I haven't yet lived;

As you're looking for satellites.

(So) You fill a void I failed to see

With something engineered like bliss

But not so free when you're just speaking 

In tongues 

Because that's the only album cover

You can read

Now that you're looking for satellites;

Now you're chained by satellites.