Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bandshee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Megan Lavonne McIntosh
Songwriter
Stephen K Phillips
Songwriter
Testi
You started off my bad day with a bullet
And a whisper through the news
You know that's a bad way to do it; all alone in the hotel room
The belly of the grand
You left me with a bad taste on my tongue
And I think about you every day
I can't pretend that we're still young and I hate it
I don't wanna age this way
It's a bad time to be left behind
C'mon, Satellite, can you make it right?
It's a bad night for the saturnine
It's a bad time to be left alive
Think about the last night on the wire, you were tired
And now I'm feeling tired, too
It's the kinda move you can't make twice
Into the belly of the grave
It's in the moves you make that later
Will become the signs that we missed
It's in the time it takes to glide across the tiles
It's in the rhythm of your sighs
It's a bad time to be left behind
C'mon, Satellite, can you make it right?
It's a bad night for the saturnine
It's a bad time to be left alive
Written by: Megan Lavonne McIntosh, Stephen K Phillips
