Tori Amos

Hey Jupiter

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 ones 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....