Countless ellipses Your absence eclipses All the light from my sight It's now two years And one thing remains clear It's the darkest night Red shift, old light I'll be your satellite Transmission's distorted I'm lost in your orbit Floating broadcasts Reflections so vast The radio's broken This winter won't last Red shift, old light I'll be your satellite Transmission's distorted I'm lost in your orbit Trying to get back on the ground It's just not the same without you around Pinwheels, spirals Eighty-five thousand miles I'll see you again But who knows when One thing is for certain I'll keep falling back towards you