She smells of the sun
and she's constantly saying
that's it's all right,
because lies sound so nice.
And like soil to seed goes
to casting my fears aside...

She says,
  "The satellite is coming". I pray,
  the wrecking ball is waining."

She says,
 "The satellite is coming.
 It's come to take us home."

     BT - satelite

These are an important four years.