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
i keep my seat on the edge