CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : St. Francis Fountain
Heard you’re looking for a satellite
To listen while you go around
Conversations that take you out
Move into rooms inside your house
There’s a visitor outside your door
There’s a letter, there’s a master
There’s a day in court
You can only contemplate them all
Never closer, only nearer than the month before
Do you think about your options
When you’re alone?
Are you waiting for a time to
Finally know?
Is there an anagram of evеryone who’s enterеd your thoughts?
Can you tell me if your fantasy is missing the point?
Consequence is a diagram
That draws a line straight from your hand
They’ll be waiting for an autograph
And ask you how and why and when
And all you wanted was a satellite
To walk ahead with you behind
Well the company you keep is here
They fill the space if not the time
Is this
Is this the price of living?
Is it too high?
I know there’s something
Something in the corner of your eye
Pulling everything else out of focus
But you know
Each day is different and new
And this one can belong to you
Do you think about your options
When you’re alone?
Are you waiting for a time to
Finally know?
Is there an anagram of everyone who’s entered your thoughts?
Can you tell me if your fantasy is missing the point?
Do you think about your options
When your future comes to ask the time?
Do you think about your options
When your future comes too close to hide?
Do you think about your options
When your future comes to ask the time?
Do you think about your options
When your future comes too close to hide?
Do you think about your options
Do you do you do you?
To listen while you go around
Conversations that take you out
Move into rooms inside your house
There’s a visitor outside your door
There’s a letter, there’s a master
There’s a day in court
You can only contemplate them all
Never closer, only nearer than the month before
Do you think about your options
When you’re alone?
Are you waiting for a time to
Finally know?
Is there an anagram of evеryone who’s enterеd your thoughts?
Can you tell me if your fantasy is missing the point?
Consequence is a diagram
That draws a line straight from your hand
They’ll be waiting for an autograph
And ask you how and why and when
And all you wanted was a satellite
To walk ahead with you behind
Well the company you keep is here
They fill the space if not the time
Is this
Is this the price of living?
Is it too high?
I know there’s something
Something in the corner of your eye
Pulling everything else out of focus
But you know
Each day is different and new
And this one can belong to you
Do you think about your options
When you’re alone?
Are you waiting for a time to
Finally know?
Is there an anagram of everyone who’s entered your thoughts?
Can you tell me if your fantasy is missing the point?
Do you think about your options
When your future comes to ask the time?
Do you think about your options
When your future comes too close to hide?
Do you think about your options
When your future comes to ask the time?
Do you think about your options
When your future comes too close to hide?
Do you think about your options
Do you do you do you?
