Satellites from Happy People by Tom Slatter

They say eyes are watching down on all the lovers
Ironclad watchers in star-bitten skies
They're keeping a record of all our romances
They'll pull us apart if they don't approve

So we'll run and we'll hide away
Find some other sky

Won't see their satellites looking for us love
Won't hide from satellites looking for us love
94 ways for the gunships to find us
We'll have to make do with these home-grown hallelujahs

There's a red glow in the black night
It blinks up above us
Cataract glint of some alien eye
Sleep on the surface
Make tools and weapons
Use them to bury, to flee and to hide

So we'll run and we'll hide away
Find some other sky

Won't see their satellites looking for us love
Won't hide from satellites looking for us love
94 ways for the gunships to find us
we'll have to make do with these home-grown hallelujahs
Won't see their satellites looking for us love
Won't hide from satellites looking for us love

So we'll run and we'll hide til there's nothing above us
They can't police our hearts

Won't see their satellites waiting for us love
Won't hide from satellites waiting for us love
Won't see their satellites looking for us love
Won't hide from satellites looking for us love

• Acoustic
• Progressive Rock
• Rock
• indie rock
• progressive
• singer-songwriter
• London