SATELLITE
lyrics by Brian Yorkey
music by Woody Pak
performed by Hoon, Welly Yang, Cindy Cheung, and Julie Danao
A postcard from a young man
Who left home and went to war
Does anyone send postcards
Does anyone use paper anymore?
Ev'ry day I'd play my songs
Felt so sure and pure and strong
Now ev'rything I sing comes out wrong
Songs don't sound the way they should
Now I doubt they ever could
So I'll go unplugged for good
Yes I'll go unplugged for good
Sound bits, bright lights
The story is told
But this news that amuses you's
Not new news at all - it's old
Lines laid, dreams made
The promise we make
But we beam our bigh dream
To gleaming screens on machines that break
It's more than I can take
The perfect presentation
The sorrow of a nation
Vital information
That's lost in translation
Have you heard one word I've said?
Lines are lost, get crossed, go dead
The satellite is right over head
But the signal can't come through
The entire world is wired
But I can't connect to you
No I can't connect to you
Face facts, relax
It's no big taboo
You'll discover that lovers will recover in time
It's true, so here's to me and you
A little more discretion
A little more affection
Take a new direction
To make a connection
Chorus
But I still can't hear you call
I can dial across the miles
But I can't hear you at all
Closer than ever
But so far apart
My day is almost over
Will my life every start
There is one who'll remember
One who can carry on whey I'm gone
I'm gone
Nothing to sing He'll sing
Nothing to say He'll say
Closer than ever
But never so far away
A common conversation
A simple explanation
Vital information
Gets lost in translation
Have you heard one word I've said?
Lines are lost, get crossed, go dead
Chorus
But I still can't hear you call
I can dial across the miles
But I can't hear you at all
No I can't hear you at all
No I can't hear you at all.
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