Satellite Hours

Nine hours ahead of you, and the kitchen light's still on. This one's for the couples doing the math every single night - counting time zones, watching a phone charge on the nightstand, waiting for a call that always ends one word too soon. It's not a goodbye song. It's a holding-on song. "Two calendars circling the same satellite" — LYRICS — Nine hours ahead of you, the kitchen light's still on Nine hours ahead of you, the kitchen light's still on I text you good morning while you're saying goodnight Your reply comes in while I'm already gone Two calendars circling the same satellite So hold the line, don't let it drop Say one more thing before we stop I'll keep the phone lit on my chest And call this love, not second-best It's not the missing words, it's the shape of your hand I keep the show paused where you left off tonight We watch it apart but I still feel you land On the joke I know is coming before the light So hold the line, don't let it drop Not just the call, not just the stop Hold onto us across the miles Hold onto every tired smile Nineteen days until the flight The screen goes dark mid-word again I'm learning how to love the wait The ticket's bought, I'm counting when So hold the line until I'm home Until this glow's not all I own I'm holding it, I'm holding fast Until the satellite hours pass Nine days now, the kitchen light's still on — The Quiet Microphone | Original Music #newsong #synthpop #dreampop #longdistance #latenight #indiemusic #soulful #newmusic