Song | Hey Jupiter |
Artist | Tori Amos |
Album | Legs and Boots: Chicago, IL - November 5, 2007 |
Lyrics:Tori Amos Music:Tori Amos | |
No one's picking up the phone. | |
Guess it's me and me | |
and this little masochist. | |
She's ready to confess. | |
All the things | |
that I never thought | |
that she could feel and | |
Hey Jupiter, | |
Nothing been the same. | |
So are you gay? | |
Are you blue? | |
Thought we both could use a friend to run to. | |
And I thought, | |
I wouldn't have to be with you, | |
something new. | |
Sometimes, I breathe you in | |
and I know, you know, | |
and sometimes you take a swim. | |
Found your writing on my wall. | |
If my hearts soaking wet. | |
Boy, your boots can leave a mess. | |
Hey Jupiter, | |
Nothing been the same. | |
So are you gay? | |
Are you blue? | |
Thought we both could use a friend to run to. | |
And I thought I wouldn't have to keep | |
with you. | |
Hiding. | |
Thought I knew myself so well. | |
All the dolls I had. | |
Took my leather off the shelf | |
Your apocalypse was fab. | |
For a girl | |
who couldn't choose between | |
the shower or the bath | |
And I thought I wouldn't have to be | |
with you. | |
A magazine. | |
No on's picking up the phone. | |
Guess it's clear he's gone. | |
And this little masochist | |
is lifting up her dress. | |
Guess I thought I could never feel | |
The things I feel | |
Hey Jupiter, | |
Nothing been the same. | |
So are you gay? | |
Are you blue? | |
Thought we both could use a friend to run to. | |
Hey Jupiter, | |
Nothing been the same. | |
So, what do you say? | |
Now we're through. | |
Thought we both could use a friend to run to. | |
Hey Jupiter.... |
Lyrics: Tori Amos Music: Tori Amos | |
No one' s picking up the phone. | |
Guess it' s me and me | |
and this little masochist. | |
She' s ready to confess. | |
All the things | |
that I never thought | |
that she could feel and | |
Hey Jupiter, | |
Nothing been the same. | |
So are you gay? | |
Are you blue? | |
Thought we both could use a friend to run to. | |
And I thought, | |
I wouldn' t have to be with you, | |
something new. | |
Sometimes, I breathe you in | |
and I know, you know, | |
and sometimes you take a swim. | |
Found your writing on my wall. | |
If my hearts soaking wet. | |
Boy, your boots can leave a mess. | |
Hey Jupiter, | |
Nothing been the same. | |
So are you gay? | |
Are you blue? | |
Thought we both could use a friend to run to. | |
And I thought I wouldn' t have to keep | |
with you. | |
Hiding. | |
Thought I knew myself so well. | |
All the dolls I had. | |
Took my leather off the shelf | |
Your apocalypse was fab. | |
For a girl | |
who couldn' t choose between | |
the shower or the bath | |
And I thought I wouldn' t have to be | |
with you. | |
A magazine. | |
No on' s picking up the phone. | |
Guess it' s clear he' s gone. | |
And this little masochist | |
is lifting up her dress. | |
Guess I thought I could never feel | |
The things I feel | |
Hey Jupiter, | |
Nothing been the same. | |
So are you gay? | |
Are you blue? | |
Thought we both could use a friend to run to. | |
Hey Jupiter, | |
Nothing been the same. | |
So, what do you say? | |
Now we' re through. | |
Thought we both could use a friend to run to. | |
Hey Jupiter.... |