| You court the darkness like she’s your lover | 
| A girl you nailed one time | 
| And can’t get over | 
| Feverish and sleepless at night | 
| It’s only because you cannot | 
| Tear your eyes away from her | 
| If love is the answer you seek | 
| You’re asking the kind of questions | 
| The wrong kind of questions will keep | 
| You asking me, asking me for love | 
| And all the stars and satellites give you nothing | 
| 'Cause all the satellites died | 
| And all the satellites in your atmosphere | 
| They burn for you but you’re cold as mars | 
| I know you see the light in the sky like I do | 
| But for you they’re just dying stars | 
| If love is the answer you seek | 
| You’re asking the kind of questions | 
| The wrong kind of questions will keep | 
| You asking me, asking me for love | 
| And all the stars & satellites give you nothing | 
| 'Cause all the satellites died | 
| I guess there’s poetry in a dayless life | 
| And profit to be made from your pain | 
| I hope you call me up if you ever get old | 
| I would like to see your face again | 
| If love is the answer you seek | 
| You’re asking the kind of questions | 
| The wrong kind of questions will keep | 
| You asking me, asking me for love | 
| You asking me, asking me for love | 
| You asking me, asking me for love | 
| If love is the answer you seek | 
| You’re asking the kind of questions | 
| If love is the answer you seek | 
| You’re asking the kind of questions… |