Sitting on top of my favorite satellite, waiting for you to come by
Kicking the ground with my least favorite shoes while I listen to you tell a lie
I see nothing but sadness
Misery coming our way
I hope I will still have the sense when it's time to get away, sorry, goodbye
I've been down this road before and I know it's no good for me, never, at all
But I can't help but think that I'll get what I want just as long as I'm closing my eyes
I see nothing but sadness
Misery coming our way
I hope I will still have the sense when it's time to gеt away, sorry, goodbye
I hope I will still have thе sense when it's time to get away, sorry, goodbye