See here, we have a beautiful view of the earth down below as the satellite departs

She smells of the sun

And she's constantly saying

That's it's alright because lies sound so nice

And like soil to seed goes, casting my fears aside

She says, "The satellite is coming"

I pray the wrecking ball is waning

She says, "The satellite is coming. It's come to take us home."

Satellite...

Still smells of the sun

And the light that brings healing is burning my eyes

And the dark seems so nice

And I'm choking on blessings that I can receive

I hide

She says, "The satellite is coming"

I pray the wrecking ball is waning

She says, "The satellite is coming. It's come to take us home."

...This series of bearings that will us in proximity with the satellite.

It's been a good trip, Houston.