Souls On Satellite

And I feel
And I breath and I got ,all I need.
And it's cold and it slides, reaching out, reaching out on the inside
And it's clean and it's cold and it grows..on the Summer wind.
I try to be cold
But it's no use cause
She's the fire and I'm the rose
And I feel
And I feed and I got, all I need.
And it's cold and it slides, reaching out, reaching out on the inside
And it's clean and it's cold and it grows..on the Summer wind.
Cold on the Summer?
I try to be cold
But it's no use cause
She's the fire and I'm the rose
I try to explode
She cuts my fuse cause
She's the lock and I'm the load
Nothing's wrong, nothing's right
We stay inside to see the light
I rest my soul on satellite
Where not getting out of here alive
I try, I try, I try and I try I try,
I try, I try and I try, I try, I try