Through the rain
Trough the clouds
That comes from nowhere
That comes again

Storm blown gale
For the unquenchable wings
Rain, drops of tears and blood
for the dry heart

I'm your satelite

Feel the revengeful words and lies
These aren't for us
Hoping for a few good friends

A glass of wine
These are all that we need
That comes from nowhere
That comes again

I'm your satelite