Satellites by VOWER

Looks like we’re not where we need to be.
We find ourselves apart, with no direction.

Satellites.
Can we reconnect?
The signal is breaking up.

Pushed apart by what pulls us in.
Destruction perceived as a form of affection.
We dissipate, trying to find our way.

The thought of you isn’t enough.
The time between us is just too much.
Starting to feel like I’m losing touch.
Like waiting to drift away.

The signs of life take their time to find me in the distance.
These mortal ties; destined for collision.

Then we collapse into each other.
Drag ourselves back and push ourselves forward.

• Progressive Rock
• Rock
• alternative rock
• ebb and flow
• prog rock
• Brighton And Hove