Gonna get back to basics 
Guess I'll start it up again 
I'm fallin' 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 angel 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