Weird Tales

Golden Smog Weird Tales Album

6.Jane


Wandered off into the night
One eye closed, the other blind
Reading the silver side of signs
Don't worry it's to late
Some rain don't come down straight
Everything you had, you lost before

Jane, why don't you give a damn
Jane, why don't you stay
Jane, why don't you give a damn
Jane, why don't you stay

And when her scattered thoughts had died
The sand upon her feet had dried
Among chandeliers and sweet perfume

Jane, why don't you give a damn
Jane, why don't you stay
Jane, why don't you give a damn
Jane, why don't you stay