The Script

Satellites

The Script

Satellites


Smoking
Drinking
Over-thinking everything I said
The night before you left
I should have
Listened
Closer
To my brother when he said
"Don't let her in your bed. "

Maybe I'm unlucky
Maybe I'm a fool
To try and be so kind, when the world can be so cruel
And now my house is empty
There's nothing left to take
You broke me into pieces, now there's nothing left to break

Don't let it break your heart when you start to realise
All the stars that you've been wishing on
Were all just satellites

I went out
On Friday
To look for
Anyone to throw my arms
Around to fix the harm

Well
God knows
When I try
Quick love
On cold nights
All I seem to do
Is wish that they were you

Maybe I was reckless to let you in so deep
I thought you were the future but the history repeats
And I know that you were younger
But that ain't no excuse
For gifting me a necklace that you turned into a noose

Don't let it break your heart, when you start to realise
All the stars that you've been wishing on
Were all just satellites

Well I know they say that love is blind
But honestly, no one deserves a dagger from behind
Yeah, yeah
And I know they say it comes and goes
So silly me for staying so in love with a ghost

Well I know it's not in fashion for ones like me to cry
But ever since we parted, I've been struggling to fly
I let you meet my mother
And hang out with my friends
I never thought you'd turn them all against me in the end

Don't let it break your heart when you start to realise
All the stars that you've been wishing on
Were all just satellites
Compositores: Benjamin Francis Leftwich (Benjamin Leftwich) (PRS), Danny O'donoghue, David Albert King (PRS), Mark Anthony Sheehan (PRS)Editor: Promised Land Music LtdECAD verificado obra #29839254 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM

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