now that he's back in
the atmosphere
with drops of jupiter in his hair he acts like summer and walks like rain, reminds me that there's a time to change. since his return from his stay on the moon he listens like spring and talks like june. but tell me, did you sail across the sun? did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded? and that heaven is overrated? tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? one without a permanent scar? and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
with drops of jupiter in his hair he acts like summer and walks like rain, reminds me that there's a time to change. since his return from his stay on the moon he listens like spring and talks like june. but tell me, did you sail across the sun? did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded? and that heaven is overrated? tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? one without a permanent scar? and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
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