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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mark Hoppus
Bass Guitar
Travis Barker
Drums
Matt Skiba
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Hoppus
Songwriter
Travis Barker
Songwriter
Matt Skiba
Songwriter
John Feldmann
Songwriter
David Hodges
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MATT PAULING
Additional Producer
Zakk Cervini
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
John Feldmann
Producer
Allie Snow
Assistant Engineer
Ben Grosse
Mixing Engineer
Brian Burnham
Assistant Engineer
Cody Okonski
Assistant Engineer
Dan Lancaster
Mixing Engineer
Neal Avron
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I can almost see your house from here
But the signal seems to disappear
So what's the problem Houston's calling
Then you hit me like a Friday night
Like a handgun in a firefight
Dive in slow motion towards the ocean
Let's run away
Let's go and waste another year
Let's spin apart while racing through the atmosphere
We tumble through the night
We burn so bright
We're teenage satellites
I'm kind of nervous of the consequence
As we climb over the neighbor's fence
The longest summer's nights are numbered
Then you kissed me like a storm at sea
Like I'm the only one you'll ever need
We're left abandoned in the deep end
Let's run away
Let's go and waste another year
Let's spin apart while racing through the atmosphere
We tumble through the night
We burn so bright
We're teenage satellites
We're teenage satellites
We are a slow descent
Forgotten astronauts
We are an avalanche
We're just an afterthought
Let's run away
Let's go and waste another year
Let's spin apart while racing through the atmosphere
We tumble through the night
We burn so bright
We're teenage satellites
We're teenage satellites
Teenage satellites
Writer(s): Matthew Skiba, Travis Barker, John Feldmann, Mark Hoppus, David Hodges
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