SATELLITE
words and music by Fitz
t=136

Black glasses and a hooded coat
I smoke with eyes turned down
Anonymity is a tired joke
With all your scopes around

Everything you know
I've nothing left to show

SATELLITE OH SATELLITE
WARDEN OF THE SKY
COLDER THAN A SOVIET NIGHT
LET ME SLIP ON BY
THIS TIME
JUST THIS TIME

Life traced with a database
Somehow makes me sad
Down town in a noisy crowd
Is the only peace to be had

Everything you know
I've nothing left to show

CHORUS: REPEAT

(bridge)

CHORUS: REPEAT