Have you faith in fate Asked the man on the note That he'd written Forty times or more He drew the line on the sand Then the tide, it came And he drowned like a flower In the moor His revolution was televised But no one tuned in And there will be no elegy for his dreams He'll just take it all in stride As the world keeps spinning 'round Hey mister, you're a crashing satellite You're so pretty when you smile You ought to do it more often Heard the woman Sixty times, give or take Down her childhood street Down the battlefield In a reverie She carries on As she burns at the stake Her revolution was televised But no one tuned in And there will be no elegy for her dreams She'll just take it all in stride As the world keeps spinning 'round Hey lady, you're a crashing satellite And it bothered them To be bothered by The intrusive thoughts Of the fading light Their mortality Their simplicity Their allegiance to Corporate overlords Does it bother you That all things shall pass As your bones make room For the living dead And your legacy Productivity Your complacency With the ruling class And there will be no elegy for our dreams We'll just take it all in stride As the world keeps spinning 'round My friends, we are crashing satellites