She looked like she learned to dance from a
series of still pictures
She's madly excited now, she throws her hands

up like a tulip
She looks like an illustration of a @@#!tail party
Where cartoon bubbles burst in the air,

champagne rolls off her tongue
Like a second language
And it should have been her biggest night

The satellite looks down on her as she begins
to cry


All over the world at the very same time people
sharing the same sorrow
As the satellite looks down her darkest hour is

somebody's bright tomorrow

He pulled on a cigarette, in the crook of his

first finger
Felt the static electric charge of her perfect
hour-glass figure

As he undressed her with his eyes her weakness
was his talent
How could she know as she stepped through

the lights, that her dress would become
transparent
And with his face pressed to the screen, he

muttered words he'd never dare to say if she
could see him


All over the world at the very same time
People sharing the same cheap sensation the
thrill of watching somebody watching those

forbidden things we never mention

[Chorus:]

The satellite looks down right now and forever
What it has pulled apart let no man tether his
own body to his dream,

His dream to someone else
Oh no, oh no.


She went back to a pitiful compromise
He'd go back to his family
But for the matter of a thousand miles that

separated them entirely
In the hot unloving spotlight, with secrets
it arouses

Now they both know what it's like inside a
!@$^ographer's trousers
And in a funny way it's anonymous, the satellite

it blesses us and makes these dreams come
true... All over the world


[Chorus]