Testo Satellite

we say things we don't mean
a satellite so long gone
like the love letters i wrote you
that you lost when you moved

the fruit of desire
stuffed right in my mouth
i'm drunk in your old room i'm sinning out loud

no, you'll never escape my mind
no, you'll never escape my mind

to stand divined
entwined
no, you'll never escape my mind
no, you can't, and you never will