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 [bad word] 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