Satellites by Little Boots
I'm flying, climbing, floating through time
See it all with my naked eye
The world's revolving like it's mine
Losing perspective, head in the clouds
But what goes up has to come down
For now my head keeps turning round
And I... here they come through the call
Spinnin out of control
(Chorus)
Like a satellite...
Like a satellite...
I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm falling down to earth
When I get too high
When I get too high
You're calling, You're calling, You're calling
Get back to earth
An illusion trick, thought I was yours
We only leave you wanting more
Wondering how you coped before
Touchdown, you're far too close to the sun
Your wings, they still can't come undone
Learn how to walk before you run
(Chorus)
Like a satellite...
Like a satellite...
I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm falling down to earth
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