Birds on the pillow And paper lanterns hangin' From the ceiling Sticky stars aglow Mappin' out some constellation I'm tired of standing in the light Outside her window For her I would row to the ends Of my imagination. Pleasure to behold A silhouette so real yet Oh so static Measured and controlled Lets down her hair, takes off Her army jacket I'm tryin to figure out what's Right - do I stay or go? For all she doesn't know 'Cause she wishes that she still had it It's not right, I'm your sole satellite Floating undetected orbiting your somnambulant light, yeah It's not right, you're my lone satellite But I'm only ever near you in the middle of the night, yeah