Words

Little Jane
Won’t feel the pain
Anymore

Curled up like a kitten
With her pearls upon the floor
No little Jane
Don’t feel the pain
Anymore

Well the time has long since passed and it is time to go away
The clocks have stopped their ticking and the hour has grown late
Was this the place you’d wait for me to need you?

Oh little Jane
To stay sane
In a fucked up world

I remember you collecting
My words like they were treasures
But just words
Ain’t enough
Were they Jane?

Their ballrooms and their salons was no place for such as us
You tried for a while but it just hurt too much
I know you said this town was no place for souls like ours
Always such a hurry like the words out from your mouth
Was this the place you’d wait for us to need you

Little Jane
This falling rain
Will hide the tears

Arms

A thousand years

Born to lose

Dogs

Four

Idle hands

Fever

Roadtrain song

Bad

Birth

Ship of tears

The waltz

Mr Evangelist

Girls on film

Words

Rocket to the moon