Reflections After Jane

[Verse 1]
Butterflies with gilded wings this morning
Touched the red sun and the rain
On the bridge, the workers pass in threes and fours and fives
To my sleeplessness, reflections after Jane

[Verse 2]
How I long to live inside a window
By the sighing motorway
Feel the city searching for my loneliness
In all the dust and glass, reflections after Jane

[Bridge]
And I see her all on a golden Sunday
With her hair so dark in the rain

[Verse 3]
Who is in the newspapers this month or week or year?
My silent friend
I can starve my life into a deeper sleep
Remembering reflections after Jane