«A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness, A thousand ships couldn't sail me back from distress. Wish you were here and I'm a wounded satellite! I need you now. Put me back together, make me right.A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness, A thousand ships couldn't sail me back from distress. Wish you were here and I'm a wounded satellite! I need you now. Put me back together, make me right.
