the metronome was wrong again my heart has surely gone and skipped a beat now the rhythm is all right and i can understand your point of view
jupiter this city is so bright the kind of light that spots your eyes with white jupiter your beauty doesn't mind to be the center of my universe jupiter you're seemingly so right for me
your blood is sweet like wine and until i run out of vine i'll keep my seat on the edge of your mind dead in the vine of love well, visit me in my dreams tonight
