Countless ellipses
Your absence eclipses
All the light from my sight
It's now two years
And one thing remains clear
It's the darkest night
Red shift, old light
I'll be your satellite
Transmission's distorted
I'm lost in your orbit
Floating broadcasts
Reflections so vast
The radio's broken
This winter won't last
Red shift, old light
I'll be your satellite
Transmission's distorted
I'm lost in your orbit
Trying to get back on the ground
It's just not the same without you around
Pinwheels, spirals
Eighty-five thousand miles
I'll see you again
But who knows when
One thing is for certain
I'll keep falling back towards you
