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