The satellites sing songs
The days run into one
I need the sound of cars
To drown the quiet sun

I need the sound of cars
To drown the silent night
And shadows in the sun
I'm looking for the light

I'm dancing in the sun
A strapless Friday night
I'm laughing on the run
To dim the quiet light

The nights run into days
The days run into nights
I dream the sound of cars
To drown the satellites