While the hands are pointing up midnight
You're a question mark coming after people you watched collide
You can ask what you want to the satellite
'Cause the names you drop put ice in my veins
And for all you know you're the only one who finds it strange
When they call it a lover's moon
The satellite
'Cause it acts just like lovers do
The satellite
A burned out world you know
Staying up all night
The satellite

And you're coming up roses everywhere you go
Red roses
So you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows
And you're coming up roses everywhere you go
Red roses

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Writer(s): Steven Paul Smith