Satellite Lyrics

VERSE & CHORUS 1:
Every day the satellite, seems to be the door of someone's reach
Every day the satellite, seems a little further on the beach
Satellites and stags, I'm growing Betsy in a bag
And she don't mind, as long as things are round
VERSE & CHORUS 2:
Every day the satellite, jerky little canister of gold
Who's to be the satellite, with inches of whole Betsy growing cold?
I'm into you so far, I'm out the other side
And orbiting is just a waste of time
MIDDLE 'FIVE':
Next time I get into you, I swear to god I won't come out again
Swear to god I won't come out again
CHORUS/OUTRO:
Satellites and stags, I'm growing Betsy in a bag
F#5 A5 E5(m) - (E5 or Em optional)
And she don't mind, as long as things are round
G G/F# C5 A5 e (note)
Every day the satellite, seems a little further out of reach