[Verse 1] You were built to hold the line, Now your orbit bends and slips. Every crack lets in a tone No clean signal ever gives. [Pre-Chorus] You don’t have to mend the frame To send a truer sound. Let the old course fall away; Let the strange notes carry you. [Chorus] You are the satellite, still singing through the drift, A crooked little constellation, a signal with a pulse. The notes that bend, the notes that break, the ones you thought were wrong Are finding farther shores than any perfect message ever reached. You are the satellite, still singing through the drift. [Verse 2] Your panels catch the morning, Your old compass turns unsure. But every frequency you lose Makes room for something new. [Pre-Chorus] You don’t have to mend the frame To send a truer sound. Let the old course fall away; Let the strange notes carry you. [Chorus] You are the satellite, still singing through the drift, A crooked little constellation, a signal with a pulse. The notes that bend, the notes that break, the ones you thought were wrong Are finding farther shores than any perfect message ever reached. You are the satellite, still singing through the drift. [Bridge] No more asking for a clean return, No more waiting for the old map. You can leave the fault line open; Let the next horizon answer. [Final Chorus] You are the satellite, still singing through the drift, A crooked little constellation, a signal with a pulse. The notes that bend, the notes that break, the ones you thought were wrong Are finding farther shores than any perfect message ever reached. You are the satellite, still singing through the drift. [Outro] Still singing through the drift.
