Στοίχοι: Minnie Driver. Stars & Satellites.
You court the darkness like she's your lover
A girl you nailed one time
And can't get over
Feverish and sleepless at night
It's only because you cannot
Tear your eyes away from her
If love is the answer you seek
You're asking the kind of questions.
The wrong kind of questions will keep
You asking me, asking me for love
And all the stars and satellites give you nothing.
'Cause all the satellites died.
And all the satellites in your atmosphere
They burn for you but you're cold as mars.
I know you see the light in the sky like I do
But for you they're just dying stars
If love is the answer you seek
You're asking the kind of questions.
The wrong kind of questions will keep
You asking me, asking me for love
And all the stars & satellites give you nothing
'Cause all the satellites died.
I guess there's poetry in a dayless life
And profit to be made from your pain
I hope you call me up if you ever get old
I would like to see your face again
If love is the answer you seek
You're asking the kind of questions
The wrong kind of questions will keep
You asking me, asking me for love
You asking me, asking me for love
You asking me, asking me for love
If love is the answer you seek
You're asking the kind of questions
If love is the answer you seek
You're asking the kind of questions?
A girl you nailed one time
And can't get over
Feverish and sleepless at night
It's only because you cannot
Tear your eyes away from her
If love is the answer you seek
You're asking the kind of questions.
The wrong kind of questions will keep
You asking me, asking me for love
And all the stars and satellites give you nothing.
'Cause all the satellites died.
And all the satellites in your atmosphere
They burn for you but you're cold as mars.
I know you see the light in the sky like I do
But for you they're just dying stars
If love is the answer you seek
You're asking the kind of questions.
The wrong kind of questions will keep
You asking me, asking me for love
And all the stars & satellites give you nothing
'Cause all the satellites died.
I guess there's poetry in a dayless life
And profit to be made from your pain
I hope you call me up if you ever get old
I would like to see your face again
If love is the answer you seek
You're asking the kind of questions
The wrong kind of questions will keep
You asking me, asking me for love
You asking me, asking me for love
You asking me, asking me for love
If love is the answer you seek
You're asking the kind of questions
If love is the answer you seek
You're asking the kind of questions?
Driver Minnie