the looking-glass girl according to tori muhammed, my friend, it's time to tell the world we both know it was a girl back in bethlehem. and on that fateful day, when she was crucified, she wore shiseido red and we drank tea by her side... sweet...sweet... used to be so sweet to me. from in the shadow she calls, and in the shadow she finds a way...finds a way. and in the shadow she crawls, clutching her faded photograph, my image under her thumb, yes, with a message for my heart--yes, with a message for my heart. she's been everybody else's girl--maybe one day she'll be her own. everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own. every finger in the room is pointing at me. i wanna spit in their faces, then i get afraid what that could bring. i got a bowling ball in my stomach, i got a desert in my mouth. figures that my courage would choose to sell out now. you think i'm a queer? i think you're a queer! i think you're a queer, said, i think you're a queer... everybody knows i'm her friend. everybody knows i'm her man. she was a january girl. she never let on how insane it was in that tiny kinda scary house by the woods by the woods by the woods. and through the walls they made their mudpies. "i've got your mind," i said. she said, "i've your voice." i said, "you don't need my voice, girl. you have your own. but you never thought it was enough." so they went years and years like sisters-- blanket friends. always there through that and this. "there's nothing we cannot ever fix," i said. can't stop what's coming, can't stop what is on it's way. bells and footfalls and soldiers and dolls, brothers and lovers she and i were. now she seems to be sand under his shoes. there's nothing i can do. can't stop what's coming, can't stop what is on it's way. and now i speak to you. are you in there? you have her face and her eyes but you are not her. and we go at eachother like blank ettes who cannot find their thread and they're bare. can't stop loving. can't stop what is on it's way. and i see it coming, and it's on it's way. i run off where the drifts get deeper. sleeping beauty trips me with a frown. i hear a voice, "you must learn to stand up for yourself, 'cause i can't always be around." he says, "when you gonna make up your mind? when you gonna love you as much as i do? when you gonna make up your mind? 'cause things are gonna change so fast." all the white horses are still in bed. i tell you that i'll always want you near, you say that things change, my dear. angie, angie, when will those clouds all disappear? angie, angie, where will it lead us from here? with no loving in our soul and no money in our coats, you can say we're satisfied. angie, angie, you can't say we never tried. angie, you're beautiful, but ain't it time we said goodbye? all the dreams we held so close, seemed to all go up in smoke. let me whisper in your ear... angie, angie, where will it lead us from here? with no loving in our souls and no money in our coats, you could say we're satisfied. oh angie, i still love you, baby. everywhere i look, i see your eyes. there's not another woman that ever comes close to you. dry those tears from your eyes. here... angie, angie, you can't say we never tried. angie, angie, i still love you, but ain't it time we said goodbye? hair is grey and the fires are burning so many dreams on the shelf you say, "i wanted you to be proud of me." (i always wanted that myself.) why do we crucify ourselves? every day i crucify myself. nothing i do is good enough for you. but i believe in peace. i believe in peace, bitch. i believe in peace. thought she deserved no less than she'd give. well, happy birthday. her blood's on my hands. it's kind of a shame, 'cause i did like that dress. it's funny, the things that you find in the rain... the things that you find... maybe i ain't used to maybes smashing in a cold room. cutting my hands up every time i touch you. maybe...maybe it's time to wave goodbye, now. time to wave goodbye, now. it's four in the morning, the end of december. i'm writing you now just to see if you're better. new york is cold, but i like where i'm living. there's music on clinton street all through the evening. i hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert. you're living for nothing now. i hope you're keeping some kind of a record. yes and jane came by with a lock of your hair. she said that you gave it to her that night that you planned to go clear... did you ever go clear? the last time i saw you, you looked so much older. your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder. you'd been to the station to meet every train. you came home alone without lili marlene. and you treated my woman to flake of your life, and when she came back, she was nobody's wife. well, i see you there with a rose in your teeth, one more thin gypsy thief. well, i see jane's awake... she sends her regards. and what can i tell you, my brother, my killer? what can i possibly say? i guess that i miss you, i guess i forgive you. i'm glad you stood in my way. if you ever come by here, for jane or for me, well, your enemy is sleeping, and your woman is free. yes, and thanks for the trouble you took from her eyes. i thought it was there for good, so i never tried. and jane came by with a lock of you hair. she said that you gave it to her that night that you planned to go clear. sure, that star can twinkle, and you're watching it do. boy so hard...boy so hard... but i know a girl twice as hard. and i'm sure, said i'm sure she's watching it, too. no matter what she's got in her right dresser tied, i know she's watching that star. gonna twinkle... gonna twinkle... gonna twinkle. and last time i knew, she worked at an abbey in iona. she said, "i killed a man, t. i've gotta stay hidden in this abbey." but i can see that star when she twinkles and she twinkles, and i sure can. that means, i sure can. that means, i sure can. so hard. so hard. baker, baker, baking a cake. make me a day. make me whole again. and i wonder if he's okay... if you see him, say, "hi." i hear she still grants forgiveness, although i willingly forgot her. and in the doorway they stay and laugh as violins fill with water. screams from the bluebells can't make them go away. well, i'm not seventeen, but i've cuts on my knees. falling down as the winter takes one more cherry tree. she's been everybody else's girl--maybe one day she'll be her own. boys get discovered as winter melts. flowers competing for the sun. years go by, and i'm here still waiting, withering where some snowman was. mirror, mirror, where's the crystal palace? but i only can see myself skating around the truth who I am, but i know, dad, the ice is getting thin. i, i held your hand at the fair and even forgot what time it was. gumdrops and saturdays... did eric call, by the way? he knew, he knew, and he knew where the pillow goes. ride on, ride on, friends of the black swan. ride on, ride on, do you know where she's gone? buttercups and fishing flies, the biggest thickest ever sky... i know they know something i know. bobby's collecting bees and hammers. he used one on me. cold wars with little boys-- get in with the bubble gum trade. and sugar, bring me sugar. i know the robins bring... bring me many things, but sugar... he brings me sugar. as far as i can tell i've been gone for miles now. and you know, and i know, i don't know me very well. and i know, and you know, if they found me out... sugar. he brings me sugar. i know the robins bring... they bring me many things, but sugar... oh, sugar... we danced in graveyards with vampires till dawn. we laughed in the faces of kings, never afraid to burn. tears on the sleeve of a man, don't wanna be a boy today. heard the eternal footman bought himself a bike to race. and greg he writes letters and burns his cd's. they say he was something in those formative years. hold on to nothing as fast as you can... well, still, a pretty good year. maybe a bright sandy beach is gonna bring you back. may not. so now you're off. you're gonna see america. well let me tell you something about america... pretty good year... some things are melting now. well, what's it gonna take till my baby's alright? and greg, he writes letters with his birthday pen-- sometimes he's aware that they're drawing him in. lucy was pretty. your best friend agreed... well, still, a pretty good year. little green men do ok. it's the fairies' revenge, they say. and gumdrops and saturdays... did eric call, by the way? so i ran faster, but it caught me here. yes, my loyalties turned like my ankle in the seventh grade. running after billy, running after the rain... these precious things... let them bleed. let them wash away. these precious things, let them break their hold over me. look, i'm standing naked before you. don't you want more than my sex? i can scream as loud as your last one, but i can't claim innocence. oh god, could it be the weather? oh god, why am i here? if love isn't forever, and it's not the weather, hand me my leather. sometimes you're nothing but meat. and i hate and i hate and i hate and i hate disintegration, watching us wither. black winged roses that safely changed their color... oh, these little earthquakes. here we go again, these little earthquakes. doesn't take much to rip us into pieces. i guess you heard, he's gone to L.A. he says that behind my eyes i'm hiding, and he tells me i pushed him away, that my heart's been hard to find. here... there must be something here. there must be something here...here. baker, baker, can you explain if truly his heart was made of icing? and i wonder how mine could taste. maybe we could change his mind. i know you're late for your next parade. you came to make sure that i'm not running. well, i ran from him in all kinds of ways. guess it was his turn this time. time... thought i'd made friends with time. thought we'd be flying high. maybe not this time. give me life. give me pain. give me myself again. give me life. give me pain. give me myself again. years go by, will i still be waiting for somebody else to understand? years go by, if i'm stripped of my beauty and the orange clouds raining in my head... years go by, will i choke on my tears 'till finally there is nothing left? one more casualty. you know we're too easy...easy...easy... and they say marianne killed herself, and i said, "not a chance." i'm trying not to move, it's just your ghost passing through. i said, i'm trying not to move. it's just your ghost passing through. it's just your ghost passing through, and now i'm quite sure... well, well, summer wind been catching up with me. "elephant mind, missy, you don't have. you're forgettin' to fly, darlin', when you sleep..." hello, mr. zebra. can i have your sweater? 'cause it's cold cold cold in my hole hole hole... ratatouille strychnine, sometimes she's a friend of mine with a gigantic whirlpool that will blow your mind. hello, mr. zebra. ran into some confusion with a mrs. crocodile. furry mussels marching on. she thinks she's kaiser wilheimor--a civilised syllabub to blow your mind. figure it out. she's a goodtime fella. she got a little fund to fight for moneypenny's rights. figure it out. she's a goodtime fella. "too bad the burial was premature," she said and smiled. past the mission, behind the prison tower... past the mission, i once knew a hot girl. past the mission, they're closing every hour. past the mission, i smell the roses... the belle of new orleans tried to show me once how to tango. wrapped around your feet, wrapped around like good little roses. i called her up and i said, "you know that i'm drowning." put on your raincoat again, 'cause even the sun's got a price on it. and there's something believing in her voice again, said there's something believing... instead of just leaving. she said it's time i open my eyes. "don't be afraid to open your eyes." maybe she's right. maybe she's right. maybe she's right. maybe she's right... deck the halls, i'm young again. i'm you again. racing turtles, the grapefruit is winning. seems i keep getting this story twisted, so where's neil when you need him? deck the halls, it's you again--it's you again. somewhere someone must know the ending. is she still pissing in the river now? heard she'd gone and moved into a trailer park. you're already in there. i'll be wearing your tatoo. i'm already in circles and circles and circles again. the girls in circles and circles... got to stop spinning. circles and circles and circles again... and if i die today, i'll be the happy phantom, and i'll go chasin' the nuns out in the yard, and i'll run naked through the streets without my mask on, and i will never need umbrellas in the rain. i'll wake up in strawberry fields every day. and the atrocities of school i can forgive. the happy phantom has no right to bitch. if you need me, me and neil'll be hangin' out with the dream king. neil says, "hi," by the way... and maybe i'll find me a sailor, a tailor, and maybe together we'll make mother well. so i got me some horses to ride on... to ride on, as long as your army keeps perfectly still. i wait all day for my sailor and sometimes he comes. well i love the way we communicate. your eyes focus on my funny lip shape. let's hear what you think of me now, but baby don't look up-- the sky is falling. your mother shows up in a nasty dress, and it's your turn now to stand where i stand. everybody lookin' at you, here, take hold of my hand. yeah, i can hear them. hey kid, i've got a ride for you. they say your brain is a comic book tattoo and you'll never be anything. what will you do with your life? oh, that's all you hear from noon till night. take a trip on a rocket ship, baby, where the sea is the sky. i know the guy who runs the place and he's out of sight. flying dutchman, are you out there? flying dutchman, are you out there? flying dutchman... straight suits, they don't understand. she tried, that one with the alligator boots, but the other side drew her in. heart falling fast, when she left even the milky way was dressed in black. take a trip on a rocket ship, baby. the sea is the sky. i know the guy who runs the place, and he's out of sight. flying dutchman, are you out there? flying dutchman, are you out there? flying dutchman... 'cause they can't see what you're born to be. they can't see me. they can't be what they can't believe. they can't see what you see. they keep the boys spinning in their own little world. tie him up and so he won't say a word. they keep the boys spinning in their own little world. so afraid he'll be what they never were. take a trip on a rocket ship, baby. the sea is the sky. i know the guy who runs the place, and he's out of sight... flying dutchman, are you out there? flying dutchman, are you out there? flying dutchman... mother, the car is here. somebody leave the light on. green limosine for the redhead dancing dancing girl... and when i dance for him, somebody leave the light on. just in, just in case i like the dancing, i can remember where i come from. i walked into your dream and now i've forgotten how to dream my own dream. you are the clever one, aren't you? brides in veils for you. we told you all of our secrets, all but one, and don't you even try-- the phone has been disconnected. dripping with blood and with time and with your advice. poison me against the moon... mother, the car is here. somebody leave the light on. black chariot for the redhead dancing dancing girl... he's gonna change my name. maybe you'll leave the light on. just in, just in case i like the dancing, i can remember where i come from... i escape into your escape into our very favorite fearscape. it's across the sky and across my heart and i cross my legs... oh my god... first my left foot then my right behind the other. breadcrumbs lost under the snow... oo who mother... oo mother the car is here... maybe, maybe you'll leave the light on for the for the for the dancing girl... he's gonna change my name. maybe you'll leave the light. just in case i like the dancing, i can remember where i come come from. calling for my soul at the corners of the world. i know she's playing poker with the rest of the stragglers. calling for my soul at the corners of the world. i know she's playing poker with the rest...the rest... and if your friends don't come back to you, and you know this is madness... a lilac mess in your prom dress, and you say, "i guess i'm an underwater thing." bring them all here. hard to hide a hundred girls in your hair. it won't be fair if i hate her... if i ate her... you can go now. you're already in there. i'll be wearing your tatoo. you're already in there. china decorates our table. funny how the cracks don't seem to show. pour the wine, dear. you say we'll take a holiday, but we never can agree on where to go. sometimes, i think you want me to touch you, but how can i when you build a great wall around you? in your eyes, i saw a future together, but you just look away in the distance. and i shaved every place where you been, boy. said i shaved every place where you been, well i wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys... those christian boys... so you can make me cum, that doesn't make you jesus. and the man with the golden gun thinks he knows so much, thinks he knows so much. you gave him your blood and your warm little diamond. he likes killing you after you're dead. yellow bird flying gets shot in the wing. good year for hunters and christmas parties. and i hate and i hate and i hate and i hate elevator music, the way we fight, the way i'm left here silent. oh, these little earthquakes. here we go again. these little earthquakes... doesn't take much to rip us into pieces. i have to learn to let you crash down. i have to learn to let you crash... caught a lite sneeze, caught a lite breeze, caught a lightweight lightningseed. boys on my left side, boys on my right side, boys in the middle and you're not here... i need a big loan from the girl zone. building tumbling down... didn't know our love was so small, couldn't stand at all... mr. st. john, just bring your son. he says he reckons i'm a watercolour stain. he says i run and then i run from him and then i run. he didn't see me watching from the aeroplane. he wiped a tear, and then he threw away our appleseed. say goodbye to a glitter girl... i dyed my hair red today i just want a little passion to hold me in the dark i know i've got some magic buried deep in my heart, yeah, but my priest says, "you ain't savin' no souls." my father says, "you ain't makin any money." my doctor says, "you just took it to the limit." mother in our hearts, a pillow to my dots, and in the mist, there she rides, and castles are burning in my heart, and as i twist, i hold tight, and i ride to work every morning wondering why. "sit in the chair and be good now," and become all that they told you. the white coats enter her room, and i'm callin' my baby, callin' my baby, callin' my baby, callin' everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own. you don't need a space ship. they don't know you've already lived on the other side of the galaxy. she had a january world. so many storms, not right somehow. how a lion becomes a mouse by the woods. but i have to get to texas, said, i have to get to texas. but you see i'm tangled up, got a kitten in my hair. cincinnati--i like the word. it's the only thing we can't seem to turn upside down. well i found the secret to life. i found the secret to life. "oh fair maiden i see you standing there." will you hold me for just a fair time? the tune is playing in the fair night. i see you in my dreams. fair boy, your eyes haunt me. off with superfly, sniffing a sharpie pen. honey, it's bill and ben. off with superfly, counting your bees, oh me, honey, like one, two, three. the camera is rolling. it's easy, like one, two, three. make me laugh, say you know what you want. you said we were the real thing. so i show you some more, and i learn what black magic can do. make me laugh, say you know you can turn me into the real thing. so i show you some more, and i learn. little drops of rain whisper all the pain. tears of loves lost and the days gone by. if our love is strong, then there is no wrong. together we shall go until we die. inspiration is what you are to me. inspiration, love to see. if the sun refused to shine, i would still be loving you. mountains crumble to sea, there would still be you you, babe, and me. so if i die today i'll be the happy phantom, and i'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel. they'll be my ticket to the universal opera. there's judy garland taking buddha by the hand, and then these seven little men get up to dance. they say confucius does his crossword with a pen. i'm still the angel to a girl who hates to sin. so maybe thomas jefferson wasn't born in your backyard like you have said, and maybe i'm just the horizon you run to when she has left you. there you are, here in my head and running around and calling me. come back. i'll show you the roses and brush off the snow, and open their petals again and again. and you know that apple green ice cream can melt in your hands. i can't. a little dust never stopped me none. he liked my shoes. i kept them on. sometimes i can hold my tongue. sometimes not, when you just skip-to-loo, my darlin'. and you know what you're doin', so don't even. you're just to used to my honey, now. you're just to used to my honey. and i think i could leave your world if she was the better girl. so when we died i tried to bribe the undertaker, 'cause i'm not sure what you're doin or the reasons. you're just too used to my honey now. you're just too used to my honey. don't bother coming down. i made a friend of the western sky. don't bother coming down. you always like your babies tight. turn back one last time. love to watch those cowboys ride. but cowboys know cowgirls ride on the indian side. and you know what you're doing, so don't even. and me, here, alone on the floor, you're counting my feathers as the bells toll. you see the bow and the belt and the girl from the south, all fav'rites of mine, you know them all well. and spring brings fresh little puddles that makes it all clear... makes it all... hey do you know? hey do you know what this is doing to me? all the world just stopped now. so you say you don't wanna stay together anymore. i got lost on my wedding day. typical. the police came, but virgins always get backstage, no matter what they've got to say. if you love enough, you'll lie alot. guess they did in camelot. i don't believe you're leaving cause me and charles manson like the same ice cream. i think it's that girl, and i think there're pieces of me you've never seen. maybe she's just pieces of me you've never seen. well, all the world is all i am. the black of the blackest ocean and that tear in your hand. all the world is danglin'...danglin'...danglin' for me darlin'. you don't know the power that you have with that tear in your hand. or will i see you, dear, and wish i could come back? you found a girl that you could truly love again. will you still call for me when she falls asleep, or do we soon forget the things we cannot see? you were wild. where are you now? you were wild. where are you now? me and jesus, a few years back, used to hang, and he said, "it's your choice, babe. just remember, i don't think you'll be back in 3 days time, so you choose well." go go go go now out of the nest, it's time. go go go now circus girl without a safety net. here, here now, don't cry. you raised your hand for the assignment. tuck those ribbons under your helmet. be a good soldier. first my left foot then my right behind the other. pantyhose running in the cold. and now i'm pretty sure that i listened to every word, 'cause i still hear you telling me still, "slap them boys when they're naughty, make them crawl, make you haughty, make you strong, little girl. you paint them toes that reddish color, and you know one day you're gonna be bigger than a flea. you're gonna be bigger than that old poison ivy tree." now i'm pretty sure that i think you come and visit and talk sometimes kind of like gidget and in funny little chants like an indian brave. you said, "we all grew fat when the white men came. but one day, girl, you're gonna learn to make 'em crawl, make them grow tall, but have the grace to be a lady with disgrace. you fry them 'taters, and you make them with lady's hands and all." blood roses blood roses back on the street now. can't forget the things you never said. on days like these starts me thinking, when chickens get a taste of your meat. chickens get a taste of your meat... king solomon's mines, exit 75. i'm still alive, i'm still alive, i'm still alive. bachelorette, you climb on rooftops, and you, bachelorette, you can turn dust into champagne. you even dream about his name. bachelorette, the graves are painted painful. bachelorette, you tried to show him that you can, but you can never rush a man. you must remember, you're a car, girl, you're a star, girl. you are at the door. the tide will turn. there's a window. there's a window. yeah, you climb on rooftops and you you tried to show him that you can, but you can never rush a man. yeah, no, say, bachelorette. the things you do, girls, to your bachelorettes. you thought that. you must remember, you're a car, girl, you're a star, girl. you are at the door. the tide will turn. there's a window. there's a window. bachelorette, you fly alone, and then you cry sometimes. there's nothing like it in the world. you'll go to paris on your own. oh, just, bachelorette. you climb on rooftops and you, bachelorette, you can turn dust into champagne. you even. not the red baron, i'm sure. not charlie brown's wonderful dog. not anyone i really know, just another pilot down. maybe i'll just sing him a last little sound. many there know some girls with red ribbons, the prettiest red ribbons. dance with the sufi's, celebrate your top ten in the charts of pain. lover, brother, bogenvilla, my vine twists around your need. even the rain is sharp like today as you sh-sh-shock me sane. no cigarettes, only peeled havanas for you. i can be cruel. i don't know why. why can't my balloon stay up in a perfectly windy sky? i can be cruel, i don't know why. in my head, i found you there and running around and following me. boy you don't, oh, dare now, but i find that i have now more than i ever wanted to. my heart is like the ocean-- it gets in the way. so close to touching freedom, then i hear the guards call my name. looking for a savior in these dirty streets, looking for a savior underneath these dirty sheets. i've been raising up my hands-- drive another nail in. where are those angels when you need them? i almost ran over an angel. he's chasing tornados and just waiting calmly... chasing them down. see you over hill and dale, riding on the wind, i see you know me, you know me like the nightingale. call the wanderer, he has gone, and all those up there are making it look so easy, with your perfect wings. a wing can cover all sorts of things. she said they all think they know him well. she knew him better. everyone wanted something from him. i did too, but i shut my mouth, and he just gave me a smile. "and if there is a way to find you, i will find you." but will you find me if neil makes me a tree? an afro, a pharoah... i can't go. you said so, and threads that are golden don't break easily. had a northern lad. well, not exactly had. he moved like the sunset. god, who painted that-- first he loved my accent. how his knees could bend. i thought we'd be ok, me and my molasses. thunder wishes it could be the snow, wishes it could be as loud as she can be. these gifts are here for her, for you, for me. i watch me be this other thing and never know if i'm marooned or where the purple people go. and lily white matricide from vicious words, it doesn't leave a scratch, so therefore no one's hurt. you showed me the meadow, and milkwood, and silkwood, and you would if i would, but you never would. so i chased down your posies, your pansies in my hosies, then opened my hands and they were empty then. an angel's face is tricky to wear constantly. i go from day to day. i know where the cupboards are. i know where the car is parked. i know he isn't you. i know... i know you well... well, better than i used to. if the divine master plan is perfection, maybe next i'll give judas a try. trusting my soul to the ice cream assassin here, here, here... you say you don't want it, again and again, but you don't really mean it. you say you don't want it, this circus we're in, but you don't, you don't really mean it. you don't really mean it... oh i am a lonely painter. i live in a box of paints. i'm frightened by the devil, and i'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid. i remember that time you told me, "love is touching souls." surely you touched mine, 'cause part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time. but i feel something is wrong. but i feel this cake just isn't done. don't say that you don't. and if you could see me now. said, if you could see me now... girls you've got to know when it's time to turn the page, when you're only wet because of the rain... because of the rain. i met a woman. she had a mouth like yours. she knew your devils and your deeds, and she said, "go to him, stay with him, but be prepared to bleed." you see, you always find my faults faster than you find your own. if you don't like me just a little, why do you hang around? there she goes again, wearing those purple panties. there she goes again, wearing her heart. there she goes again. why do you take it? so you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts. what's so amazing about really deep thoughts? boy, you best pray that i bleed real soon. how's that thought for you? my scream got lost in a paper cup. you think there's a heaven where some screams have gone. i got 25 bucks and a cracker. do you think it's enough to get us there? but what if i'm a mermaid in these jeans of his with her name still on it? hey, but i don't care, 'cause sometimes, i said, sometimes i hear my voice, and it's been here, silent all these years. he don't show much these days. it gets so fucking cold. i loved his secret places, but i can't go anymore. "you change like sugar cane," says my northern lad. i guess you go too far when pianos try to be guitars. i feel the west in you, and i feel it falling apart, too. don't say that you don't. and if you could see me now. said, if you could see me now... girls you've got to know when it's time to turn the page, when you're only wet because of the rain, because of the rain. she's been everybody else's girl. maybe one day she'll be her own. 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's 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 heart's soaking wet, boy your boots can leave a mess. hey, jupiter, nothing's been the same. so are you gay? are you blue? thought we both could use a friend to run to. and i thought you wouldn't have to keep with me 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 one'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's been the same. so are you gay? are you blue? thought we both could use a friend to run to. hey, jupiter, nothing's been the same. so are you safe? now we're through. thought we both could use a friend to run to. hey, jupiter.