Someone who gives you warm fuzzies and tingles is going to sing to you for Easter.
Now that she's back in the atmosphere with drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey hey. She acts like summer and walks like rain, reminds me that there's time to change, hey hey. Since the return of her stay on the moon, she listens like spring and she talks like June, hey hey. 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 then you missed me when you were looking for yourself out there?