Gonna get back to basics
 Guess I'll start it up again 
 I'm falling' from the ceiling 
 You're falling from the sky now and then 
 Maybe you were shot down in pieces 
 Maybe I slipped in between 
 But we were gonna be the wildest people they ever hoped to see 
 Just you and me 
 So why'd [bad word] home to this sleepless town 
 It's a [bad word] 
 Recovering the satellites 
 All anybody really wants to know is... 
 When you [bad word] down
 Your mother recognizes all you're desperate displays 
 And she watches as her babies drift violently away 
 'Til they see themselves in telescopes 
 Do you see yourself in me? 
 We're such crazy babies, little monkey
 We're so [bad word] up, you and me 
 So why'd [bad word] home to this faithless town 
 Where we make a [bad word] 
 To recovering the satellites 
 And all anybody really wants to know is...
 When are you [bad word] down 
 She sees shooting stars [bad word] tails 
 She's got heaven in her eyes 
 She says I don't need to be an angel 
 But I'm nothing if I'm not this high 
 But we only stay in orbit 
 For a moment of time 
 And then you're everybody's satellite 
 I wish that you were mine 
 So why'd [bad word] home to this angels town
 It's a lifetime decision 
 Recovering the satellites 
 Everybody really knows for sure... 
 That you're [bad word] down 
 That you're [bad word] down