Rain rain on a Tuesday.
Clouds are crying cause they canât wash me away.
Now youâve got me in your pocket.
We fly away above the storm in your space rocket.
Youâre my sun and Iâm your satellite.
Have me in your gravity and holding me so tight.
Youâre my sun and Iâm your satellite.
Now I know how it feels to get it right.
Naked in the afternoon.
Bellies soaked in sweat and evening comes too soon.
I wrap my world around your body.
It feels so good to never have to say Iâm sorry.
And Iâll keep coming right back to you now,
but will you keep standing still?
