Satellite
Elliott Smith“This is a song about the Moon”
Elliott Smith - Satellite
While the hands are pointing up midnight
You’re a question mark coming after people you watched collide
You can ask what you want to the satellite
‘Cause the names you drop put ice in my veins
And for all you know you’re the only one who finds it strange
When they call it a lover’s moon
The satellite
‘Cause it acts just like lovers do
The satellite
A burned out world you know
Staying up all night
The satellite
St. Ides Heaven
Elliott Smithi’ve been out haunting the neighbourhood
and everybody can see i’m no good
when i’m walking out between parked cars
with my head full of stars
The White Lady Loves you More
Elliott SmithElliott Smith - The White Lady Loves you More
You wake up in the middle of the night
From a dream you won’t remember flashing on like a cop’s light
