Satellite — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

She looked like she learned to dance from a series of still pictures

Shes madly excited now, she throws her hands up like a tulip



She looks like an illustration of a cocktail party

Where cartoon bubbles burst in the air,

Champagne rolls off her tongue like a second language

And it should have been her biggest night

The satellite looks down on her as she begins to cry



All over the world at the very same time people sharing the same sorrow

As the satellite looks down her darkest hour is somebodys bright tomorrow



He pulled on a cigarette, in the crook of his first finger

Felt the static electric charge of her perfect hour-glass figure

As he undressed her with his eyes her weakness was his talent

How could she know as she stepped through the lights, that her dress would become transparent

And with his face pressed to the screen,

He muttered words hed never dare to say if she could see him



All over the world at the very same time

People sharing the same cheap sensation the

Thrill of watching somebody watching those

Forbidden things we never mention



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The satellite looks down right now and forever

What it has pulled apart let no man tether his own body to his dream,

His dream to someone else

Oh no, oh no.



She went back to a pitiful compromise, hed go back to his family

But for the matter of a thousand miles that separated them entirely

In the hot unloving spotlight, with secrets it arouses

Now they both know what its like inside a pornographers trousers

And in a funny way its anonymous, the satellite

It blesses us and makes these dreams come

True... all over the world



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