While the hands are pointing up midnight
 You're a question [bad word] after people you watched collide
 You can ask what you want to the satellite
 Cos the names you drop put ice in my veins
 And for all you know, you're the only one who finds it strange
 When they call it a lover's moon
 The satellite
 Cos it acts just like lovers do
 The satellite
 burned-out world you know
 Staying up all night
 The satellite