Come Down On Jupiter - The Orielles

The moment’s an impression

Stark but evanescent

In your eyes

The time just kept a minute

For the fifteen I was in nit

Abstracting the limit

In your mind

Until you learn that your life’s

Held in your arms

Could it be so real?

(Could it be surreal?)

Should it be so real?

(Would it be surreal?)

Could it be so real?

(Should it be surreal?)

Should it be so real?

Until you learn that your life’s

Held in your arms

With my fate behind my back

Is last Thursday ever real

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

This structure that we’re following, in our lives

Passing in one motion

I can feel it it provoking

Every little compulsion

That you rely on

Until you learn that your life’s

Held in your arms

With my fate behind my back

Is last Thursday ever real

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