like the mess intimated, a new space-vision is what's needed on the sky-scape of love... or the mess-scape of sky... or whatever... here it may be...

got anybody better, or more effective, fill your boots. david, answer the fucking call, already.

there's definitely a need for a new messiah of pop music, somebody who fucking gets it, and who isn't distracted by cameras or ratings or dollars... Somebody with a message, or at least an understanding, somebody who knows how to sell themself without selling out. God help us all.

Gonna' get back to basics Guess I'll start it up again I'm fallin' from the ceiling You're fallin' from the sky now and then Maybe you were shot down in pieces Maybe I slipped in between But we were gonna be the wildest people they ever hoped to see Yeah, that's you and me So why'd you come home to this sleepless town It's a lifetime commitment Recovering the satellites All anybody really wants to know is... When you gonna come down When you gonna come down

Your mother recognizes all your desperate displays And she watches as her babies drift violently away 'Til they see themselves in telescopes Listen, do you see yourself in me? We're such crazy babies, little monkey We're so fucked up, you and me So why'd you come home, to this faithless town Where we make a lifetime commitment To recovering the satellites And all anybody really wants to know is... When are you gonna' come down

She sees shooting stars and comet tails She's got heaven in her eyes She says I don't need to be an angel But I'm nothing if I'm not this high But we only stay in orbit For a moment of time And of everybody's satellite I wish that you were mine So why'd you come home to this angel town It's a lifetime's decision Recovering the satellites Everybody really knows for sure... That you're gonna come down That you're gonna come down...