Hey Jupiter Bosendorfer, Harmonium organ, vocal - Tori Amos Electric Guitar, mandolin - Steve Caton no one's picking up the phone guess it's me and me and this little masochist she's ready to confess all the things that I never thought that she could feel and hey Jupiter nothings been the same so are you gay are you blue thought we both could use a friend to run to and I thought you'd see with me you wouldn't have to be something new sometimes I breathe you in and I know you know and sometimes you take a swim found your writing on my wall if my hearts soaking wet Boy your boots can leave a mess hey Jupiter nothings been the same so are you gay are you blue thought we both could use a friend to run to and I thought I wouldn't have to keep with you hiding thought I knew myself so well all the dolls I had took my leather off the shelf your apocalypse was fab for a girl who couldn't choose between the shower or the bath and I thought I wouldn't have to be with you a magazine no one's picking up the phone guess it's clear he's gone and this little masochist is lifting up her dress guess I thought I could never feel the things I feel hey Jupiter