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....