Lights Go Low - Satellite Stories

Tears don’t fall, they carry light

They dance by the lake, they sing blues

Trees surrounded younger years

Combs as souvenirs

Faces them other pines

Carries all the hope in her hands

To the city of the novelties

Facing her modesty

Lights Go Low

Carry on Carry on Carry on Carry on Do forever carry on Never seen a stranger like her

Getting lost in the modern times

Washed by the higher tides

Her tears are golden, Caroline

They dance by the lake without choose

Hands are reaching to the sky

Swaying into the night

Lights Go Low

Carry on Carry on Carry on Carry on This is another side of our summer sun

Everyone’s undone of being young

We’re on the run

This is another side of our summer sun

Everyone’s undone of being young

Lights Go Low

Carry on Carry on Carry on Carry on