Texty: Minnie Driver. Stars & Satellites.

Court the darkness like she's your lover
Girl you nailed one time and can't get over
Feverish and sleepless at night
It's only because you cannot tear your eyes from her

If love is the answer you seek
You're askin' the wrong kind of question
The wrong kind of question will keep
You askin' me, askin' me for love

And all the stars and satellites give you nothing
'Cause all the satellites died

And all the satellites in your atmosphere
They burn for you but you're cold as mars
I know you see the light in the sky like I do
But for you they're just dying stars

If love is the answer you seek
You're askin' the wrong kind of question
The wrong kind of question will keep
You askin' me, askin' me for love

And all the stars and satellites give you nothing
'Cause all the satellites died

I guess there's poetry in a day less life
And profit to be made from your pain
I hope you call me up if you ever get old
I would like to see your face again

If love is the answer you seek
You're askin' the wrong kind of questions
The wrong kind of questions will keep
You askin' me, askin' me for love

You askin' me, askin' me for love
You askin' me, askin' me for love
You askin' me, askin' me for love

If love is the answer you seek
You're asking the wrong kind of questions
If love is the answer you seek
You're asking the wrong kind of questions

If love is the answer you seek
You're asking the wrong kind of questions
If love is the answer you seek
You're asking the wrong kind of questions