Teenage Satellites

I can almost see your house from here
But the signal seems to disappear
So what’s the problem Houston’s calling
Then you hit me like a Friday night
Like a handgun in a firefight
Dive in slow motion towards the ocean

Let’s run away
Let’s go and waste another year
Let’s spin apart while racing through the atmosphere
We tumble through the night
We burn so bright
We’re teenage satellites

I’m a kind of nervous of the consequence
As we climb over the neighbor’s fence
The longest summer’s nights are numbered
Then you kissed me like a storm at sea
Like I’m the only one you’ll ever need
We’re left abandoned in the deep end

We are a slow descent
Forgotten astronauts
We are an avalanche
We’re just an afterthought