Testo di White Satellite

It sure feels like the end of days it should make you Wipe the smile off your face Im not looking for an easy wasy out of here Im just thinking to myself 'cause no one else seem to care Come to think of a white satellite rolling over a coca cola black sky Looking up at an empty star and what I see Is that you were really a piece of me So many different ways to lose you So many different ways to lose If you could see me now out of my shell Then you would understand how much I try