Come Down On Jupiter

The moment's an impression
Stop and have a mess in
In your eyes
The time just kept a minute
For the 15 hours in me
Abstract in the limit
In your mind

Until you learn that your lives
Held in your arms
Could it be so real? (Could it be so real?)
Should it be so real? (Would it be so real?)
Could it be so real? (Should it be so real?)
Should it be so real?
Until you learn that your lives
Held in your arms

With my faith behind my back
Yes, last Thursday I flew in
Do the footprints make it clearer
And they say it seems that the universe is blue
Seen through closed eyes
You make up your mind as time passes by

There's transparency in the shape of it
They stretch it out and follow it, in our lives
Passing in my motion
I can feel it it's provoking
Every little compulsion
That you rely on

Until you learn that your lives
Held in your arms

With my faith behind my back
Yes, last Thursday I flew in
Do the footprints make it clearer
And they say it seems that the universe is blue
Seen through closed eyes
You make up your mind as time passes by

Thrift shop cowboys
Bag your deals
Pull out your guns
Thrift shop cowboys
Bag your deals
Pull out your guns

The universe is blue
Seen through closed eyes
You make up your mind as time passes by

Thrift shop cowboys
Bag your deals
Pull out your guns
Thrift shop cowboys
Bag your deals
Pull out your guns

The universe is blue
Seen through closed eyes
You make up your mind as time passes by