Now that she's back in the atmosphere
with drops of Jupiter in her hair.
Yeah.
Yeah.
She acts like summer and walks like rain.
Reminds me that there's a time to change.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
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?
Now she's back in the atmosphere.
I'm afraid you might think of me as a plain old James
Old Story about a man who was too afraid to fly.
But he never did let tell me,
did the wind sweep you off your feet?
And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day?
And head back to the Milky Way?
Tell me, did you sail across time?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded?
That heaven is overrated.
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
To this would have shooting star.