Satellite Moon - Strand of Oaks

Sunlight coming and I rake it up

On the winds of the satellite moon

I make gold then I mess it up

On the winds of the satellite moon

I never said it would be this easy

You were wasting your light out on me

I never said anything

Holy shit I feel like giving up

On the winds of the satellite moon

Little prince come won’t you shake it up

On the winds of the satellite moon

On the winds, on the winds

On the winds of the satellite moon

Come and fake it, come and know it

Overrated

Oh no winds again and a terrified man

And you wait in the shade

Won’t you trail, won’t you trail on

Sunlight coming and you break it off

On the winds of the satellite moon

Transport coming and you pack it up

On the winds of the satellite moon