THE SATELLITE
She looked like she learned to dance from a series of still pictures
She's madly excited now, she throws her hands up like a tulip
She looks like an illistration of a party
Where champagne bubbles burst in the air, champagne rolls off her tongue
Like a second language
And it should have been her biggest night
The satellite looks down on her as she begins to cry
All over the world, at the very same time people sharing the same sorrow
As the satellite looks down her her darkest hour is somebody's bright tomorrow
He pulled on a cigarette, in the crook of his first finger
With the static electric charge of a perfect hourglass figure
As he undressed her with his eyes, her weakness was his talent
How could she know as she stepped through the lights, that her dress would beome transparent
And with his face pressed to the screen, he muttered words he'd never dare to say if she could see him
All over the world, at the very same time
People sharing the same cheap sensation the thrill of watching somebnody watching those forbidden things we never mention
The satellite looks down right now and forever
What he has torn apart let no man tether his own body to his dream
His dreams to someone else
Oh no, oh, no
She went back to a pitiful compromise
He'd go back to his family
But for the matter of a thousand miles that separated them entirely
In the hot unloving spotlight, with the secrets it arouses
Now they both know what it's like inside a pornographer's trousers
And in a funny way, it's anonymous, the satellite it blesses us and makes these dreams come true
All over the world
Tonight, I drink to So Lack's snoopability...
