Rain rain on a Tuesday.
Clouds are crying cause they can't wash me away.
Now you've got me in your pocket.
We fly away above the storm in your space rocket.
You're my sun and I'm your satellite.
Have me in your gravity and holding me so tight.
You're my sun and I'm your satellite.
Now I know how it feels to get it right.
Naked in the afternoon.
Bellies soaked in sweat and evening comes too soon.
I wrap my world around your body.
It feels so good to never have to say I'm sorry.
And I'll keep coming right back to you now,
but will you keep standing still?