I feel like you're a satellite
Day after year drifting out of sight
Whisking by me now and again
Then sailing off out into the night
Only true to your own arc of flight
Or maybe you're the winter sun
Across the sky on your daily run
Warming me with your rays for a spell
Then slipping over the horizon
Leaving this thawed heart to freeze once again
You come and you go
With a whisper or a scream
It's always been this way
An infamous machine
A true heartbreak machine
Or maybe you're the ocean tide
Always pushing and pulling far and wide
Excavating the sands of me
In with a roar, and rolling out with a sigh
My battered banks with nowhere left to hide
I wish you weren't a silent satellite