Counting satellites… Spinning like secrets… I keep your laugh in a pocket of my denim jeans Little radio ghosts, living in-between Late-night calls from a different you, a different me We were brave in the dark, now we’re just a memory And the planets pull, and the years unwind Like a ribbon through my mind Memories in orbit, circling my heart Never really landing, never really gone I see you in the glow of every passing car Like a signal in the static, like a half-sung song Memories in orbit— Hold on… hold on… I tried to drown it in perfume and city noise New lipstick, new lies, new borrowed joys But you’re a constellation I can’t unlearn Every time I touch the edge, I feel it burn If I wave at the sky, will you wave back? If I change my name, will you stay intact? Memories in orbit, circling my heart Never really landing, never really gone I see you in the glow of every passing car Like a signal in the static, like a half-sung song Memories in orbit— Hold on… hold on… There’s a part of me that lives in that afterglow The version of us that didn’t have to let go If time’s a river, I’m a stone in its stream Still shining when the water leaves Memories in orbit, circling my heart Never really landing, never really gone If you ever feel the night get too hard Follow the signal in the static, to where we belong Memories in orbit— Hold on… hold on… Counting satellites… Spinning like secrets…
