Ionne - Falling Satellites (lyrics video)

Well, take enough time to catch your breath

Then fall in the crowd—there’s not much left

Gunshots and glass and smoke and heat

The god in the church across the street

The point we crossed the borderline

Our creature comforts left behind

The sweet taste of change hangs in the air

And I’ll admit I’m unprepared

We’ll be home by twilight

When we’ve gone what will they write?

Are we shooting stars or falling satellites?

Seven live rounds of drunken spades

The annual farce of our parade

Cut short the night we heard the beast

Had taken the girl we called Maurice

The point we crossed the borderline

Our creature comforts left behind

With bottle bomb cocktails in our hands

Assured they’d cave to our demands

So we marched and screamed

But they stopped listening

Our fires gleamed

Now your brow is glistening

Sweat like blood falls down from you

But what else were we going to do?

We were in love

With everything they told us to

To never speak of

So we smoked them all in ’22

In love

In love

We’ll be home by twilight

When we’ve gone what will they write?

Are we shooting stars or falling satellites?

When we’ve gone what will they write?

When we’ve gone what will they write?

Are we shooting stars or falling satellites?

Written and performed by Ionne

Published by Brand Label Music (ASCAP)

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