文本歌词

Haunted Satellite - Beth Orton
Lyrics by：Beth Orton
Composed by：Beth Orton
I got the air that a storm was coming
Rolling in like a distant warning
Telling me I've gotta get my head straight
Telling me I've gotta get my facts in range
Summer runs through winters blood
Springs beneath the snow in bud
Times it's hard for me to see
But that's the way its gotta be
I have lived as a satellite
I saddled up I settled up I don't sit right
I've ain't forgotten all that I said would be
All the world inside of me
I got the air that a storm was stealing
Coming in as the children sleeping
Telling me I've gotta hold my head high
Telling me I've got no more tears to cry
Summer runs through winters blood
Springs beneath the snow in bud
At times it's hard for me to see
But that's the way it gotta be
We who live as satellite's
Were like that plant that lives off air
But we need light
I had forgotten all that I thought would be
All the world outside of you and me
There's a world outside of you and me
Natures got a bigger gun than anyone
Natures got a bigger gun than anyone