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)
Copyright 2022 Ionne. All Rights Reserved.
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