Satellite Petra Haden & Bill Frisell

While the hands are pointing up midnight
You're a question mark coming after people you watched collide
You ask what you want to the satellite

'Cause 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
'Cause it acts just like lovers do, the satellite
A burned out world you know staying up all night, the satellite