Satellites and Their Signals

how could a year be so cruel injecting days with all my memories of you now every night i put on your clothes till i fall asleep on the living room floor pull a drape across my eyes let the scene go out for miles shut the lights cut the tape burn the film delete everything pull the chord kill the script a plot cut short and dearly missed i set your shadow against the stage while curtain backgrounds wrapped around your face and now every time i release the scene you come back up inside of every dream in your wake i came apart your bones washed out in the dark shut the lights cut the tape burn the film delete everything pull the chord kill the script wipe these thoughts i wont resist ill wade in a pool outside these walls till you find me half way ill wait as your soul keeps moving on and i can catch it in my arms you would loath to see me swim around the inside of my head and in the reverie of every sleepless night when i size your fate right up to mine you are the satellite and i am its signal so when my thoughts give out the scene becomes visible i just need some peace from you haunting me