there s something so inferior about the way we live breathing through our mouths and kissing with our lips i look to the sky pleading for a guide there s something so superior about the way they live they don t breathe through their mouths they don t kiss with their lips they look up from the sky and they can t help but sigh s o s i send a message of distress up beyond the on the stars can you hear me up on mars it s alright if you can t make the flight you can call me on the phone or send a letter to my home there s something unfamiliar about the way you dance you don t look at your feet you don t lift up your hands i tap you and say hi you turn around and sigh there s something unfamiliar about the way you kiss you have a foot ten tongue and you don t use your lips i stare into your eyes and satellite the sky