I have given to you jane
a torn and tattered love
but do you hear the tolling bells
that ring down from above?
thought id rule like charlemagne
but ive become corrupt
now i crawl the promenade
to fill my empty cup
and youre free
youre free again
one more time
now if you found a razorblade
and took it to your wrist
then id be here in my electric chair
because of this
all last night and night before
i stood on the pier and cried
but i dont want to turn away
for fear of going blind
and youre free
youre free again
one more time
i have given to you jane
a bruised and beaten love
but do you see the cold white light
that shines down from above?
thought id rule like charlemagne
but ive become corrupt
now ill crawl the promenade
to fill my empty cup