Strand of Oaks - Satellite Moon lyrics

Sunlight coming and I rake it up On the winds of the satellite moon I make gold then I mess it up On the winds of the satellite moon I never said it would be this easy You were wasting your light out on me I never said anything Holy sh** I feel like giving up On the winds of the satellite moon Little prince come won’t you shake it up On the winds of the satellite moon On the winds, on the winds On the winds of the satellite moon Come and fake it, come and know it Overrated Oh no winds again and a terrified man And you wait in the shade Won’t you trail, won’t you trail on Sunlight coming and you break it off On the winds of the satellite moon Transport coming and you pack it up On the winds of the satellite moon