The Long Beds: Listen
Losing Satellites
(Michael Perry and The Long Beds)
When the last star is gone
It’s darkest before the dawn
And I’m calling
Baby hold on.
I dreamed of a satellite
One that was set right
To relay
All your little heartbeats.
From out in the Pleiades
Down to my bended knee
Little one
I’m so all alone
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And in the first light of day
As the fog burns away
You fade
You hung a dress on the line
Just before the last time
When the wind blows
I see you slow dance
Why is it the worst of me
Seems to get the best of me
Everytime
I put out my hand
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Little bits of history
Little bits of you and me
Burning
Fire in the sky
And in the last light of day
You fade