You look at me as if I have no reason
I look at you as if you have no soul
We toe the line across the moods and the seasons
Each of us wondering if we should be the one to go
The one to go
I don't know when we started clinging to distractions
Me with my book and you there, watching your tv
Are we afraid of a crucial interaction
Wasn't there something better that we used to be, so effortlessly

But are we really just two satellites
(Spinning round each others lives)
Satellites
(Passing by in the night)
Satellites - Reaching cross an impossible divide

I look at you as if you have no vision
you look at me as if you're really deeply tired
Is it so wrong to want a little bit of passion
Is it too much to want to be inspired

But are we really just

Tandem moving lights, imperfect stars a world apart
Keeping watchful stances, waiting to collide

But are we really just