[Verse 1] You drift beyond the numbered rings, A dented dish with tired wings. Your compass skips; your casing sings In crooked little intervals. [Pre-Chorus] The message you were built to send Breaks into notes that won’t obey; Each jagged turn, each bent-out end Carries you farther on its way. [Chorus] Stay, little satellite, sing out of tune, Your cracked transmissions cross the blue. The wrong-shaped note can travel true; I’ll keep my faults and send them through. Past where the old instructions end, I turn my face to what begins. [Verse 2] Your signal stutters, splits, returns, A strange new phrase the silence learns. No polished map can chart its turns; It finds a road by being bent. [Bridge] I am not the diagram they drew, Not every flaw needs mending through. The course ahead is mine to choose; I’ll send my oddness into blue. [Final Chorus] Stay, little satellite, sing out of tune, Your cracked transmissions cross the blue. The wrong-shaped note can travel true; I’ll keep my faults and send them through. Past where the old instructions end, I turn my face to what begins. [Outro] What begins… what begins.
