Sputnik (8K71PS)
from Bedroom Demo #3
Words and Music by Terry Scott Taylor
©2017 Shape of Air Music
L-O-V-E in blue
Across four fingers is tattooed,
Dad's thick index pointing toward the stars
His sons took flight
With all the dreamers on that night
We landed on the moon, and then on Mars
8K71PS
Is etched in metal flesh,
Winking at four bodies lying on the lawn
Here's a distant father who
Can't say "I love you"
And his bride, who tried to right what he got wrong
He was young and handsome
Street wise and tough,
Provided food and shelter
But that wasn't enough
Still I believe to this day
That what he couldn't say
That tattoo in blue said to us
And I won't forget the night
Of the world'a first satellite
And a young boy who dreamed that he could fly,
And the blanket on the lawn,
And a family now gone
In the blink of the red eye in the sky
The ship and it's crew
Are running low on fuel
Caught in Earth's gravitational force
We're on trajectory; upward mobility
The captain fights to keep our ship on course
Our bodies on the grass
Form impressions that will last,
Something like an X marks the spot
Plans for a shelter there
From the rockets reddish glare
And the bombs that are certain to drop
Behind the concrete walls, the locks, and the bars
Dad will point to the ceiling,
We'll remember the stars
It's the price for second place
The losers in the race
Must get use to this new world of ours
And I won't forget the night
Of the world's first satellite
And a young boy who dreamed that he could fly,
Or the blanket on the lawn
And a family now gone
In the blink of the red eye in the sky
In the blink of the red eye in the sky
