[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