Meanwhile, back on the satellite. I look at this place, with words of hate and fear. I pack up my dreams, and get way from here. I shoot for the stars, coast is clear, no atmosphere. You live in a world, of trick photography. While up here in space a cold tranquility will always confine, reminding me I'm free. It's prime time back on the satellite. It's my time back on the satellite. When I am alone I will apperciate that all of my plans I can facilitate. 'Cos none of you there can aggravate, It's great. Meanwhile, back on the satellite