Satellite Stories - Lights Go Low

Tears don't fall, they carry light
They dance by the lake, they sing blues
Trees surrounded younger years
Combs as souvenirs
Faces them other pines
She carries all the hope in her hands
To the city of the novelties
Are facing her modesty

Lights go low
Carry on

It took forever, Caroline
Never seen a stranger like her
Getting lost in the modern times
Washed by the higher tides
Her tears are golden, Caroline
They dance by the lake without shoes
Hands are reaching to the sky
Swaying into the night

Lights go low
Carry on

This is another side of our summer sun
Everyone's undone of being young
We're on the run...
This is another side of our summer sun
Everyone's undone of being young

Lights go low
Carry on