We've been opposites, we've been best of friends,
we've seen so much we wished it would never end.
In the sight of devastation
we never quite make out the translation.
Now we spit it out. We come around.
We can't avoid the fact we'll miss you now.
We have travelled oceans, become what they're made of,
in times of trials we've bound and created.
Something strange. Something fine.
Connecting our worlds with a satellite.
Now I remember in a world of December,
strangely in summer, you found me in winter.
It's not noticed for its secrecy,
but our worlds are entwined so deeply.
We will miss you, like your friends should
and as you well know, we've been changed for good.