The Clientele - Reflections After Jane lyrics

bu*terflies with gilded wings this morning Touched the red sun and the rain On the bridge, the workers pa** in threes and fours and fives To my sleeplessness, reflections after Jane How I long to live inside a window By the sighing motorway Feel the city searching for my loneliness In all the dust and gla**, reflections after Jane And I see her all on a golden Sunday With her hair so dark in the rain 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