[Verse 1]
Downstairs at the cradle always dressed in black and gold
Explaining to the angels how the dead were bought and sold
Some of them born in the gutter of love, others with silver trays
All caught up in the crossfires of the war for better days
From the moonlight and the water and the dirt and the rust
She slowly built her own private planet Earth
[Verse 2]
Summer had a lover in the city of sin who was hooked on the taste of the pain
He used to call every New Year's Eve and tell her they're making me the king of Spain
And every other night she used to dream there was a flood
I couldn't tell her what it meant, I don't think anybody could
She drank through the afternoons and sometimes after dusk
She'd paint pictures of her own private planet Earth
[Verse 3]
I woke up in a daze, she was reading something strong
She offered me a page, I said, "I really should go home"
But she flickered like a candle and we sank into the floor
'Til neither of us could tell if we were dreaming anymore
Her bedroom became a kingdom as she beckoned me to serve
And we fell into our own private planet Earth
[Verse 4]
Joe and Rita stayed together through the good times and the hard
Through the everlasting winters and the changing of the guards
Through the slow and crystal evenings and the ageing of the skin
Through the unknown and the darkness and the power from within
And just after the wedding as they walked out of the church
They seemed to have their own private planet Earth
Downstairs at the cradle always dressed in black and gold
Explaining to the angels how the dead were bought and sold
Some of them born in the gutter of love, others with silver trays
All caught up in the crossfires of the war for better days
From the moonlight and the water and the dirt and the rust
She slowly built her own private planet Earth
[Verse 2]
Summer had a lover in the city of sin who was hooked on the taste of the pain
He used to call every New Year's Eve and tell her they're making me the king of Spain
And every other night she used to dream there was a flood
I couldn't tell her what it meant, I don't think anybody could
She drank through the afternoons and sometimes after dusk
She'd paint pictures of her own private planet Earth
[Verse 3]
I woke up in a daze, she was reading something strong
She offered me a page, I said, "I really should go home"
But she flickered like a candle and we sank into the floor
'Til neither of us could tell if we were dreaming anymore
Her bedroom became a kingdom as she beckoned me to serve
And we fell into our own private planet Earth
[Verse 4]
Joe and Rita stayed together through the good times and the hard
Through the everlasting winters and the changing of the guards
Through the slow and crystal evenings and the ageing of the skin
Through the unknown and the darkness and the power from within
And just after the wedding as they walked out of the church
They seemed to have their own private planet Earth
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