Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, 
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's a time to change, 
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she 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?




:)