jane's dimitri...
the moment that she realized
she'd already had the love of her life
was fifty years and five minutes too late
he followed her halfway across the earth
he followed her far from his Russian birth
he followed her like he was Tarzan and she was Jane
well the moon belongs to no one
but he promised it was hers
she was sixteen on a cloud streak
clutching freedom like a purse
they met one night in Moscow
he had chips on both his shoulders
like a baby Johnny Robin, appetizing as a scream
what is Jane supposed to say?
what is Jane supposed to do?
now she finally realizes whats always been more than true
what is Jane supposed to feel now that she finally hears his voice?
like the days between the truth, leaving her no other choice
oh, Jane's Dimitri
when he showed up at her doorstep
she was shipwrecked and confused
disbelief is a defensive [words i cant understand...]
no one teaches girls to stand up to their parents or their fears
no one preaches to the elders to bow down to teenage years
what is Jane supposed to say?
what is Jane supposed to do?
no she finally recognizes whats always been more than true?
will they lock her up in madness?
will they throw away the key?
she has seen his face in strangers, made sweet love with enemies
doesnt matter that she's wandered like a gypsy dandelion in the air
kissing demons with the desperateness of Judas and dispair
oh, Jane's Dimitri
a regret is like arthritis
gripping wisdom by the joints
you're gasping and you're drowning
while love's sharpening her point
sixty-five and still a virgin
she stopped crying after twelve months
she stopped writing after six
what is Jane?
what is Jane?
now she finally recognizes what has always been in her way
and what is Jane supposed to feel now she finally hears his voice?
like the days between the Sabbath, leaving her no other choice
it doesnt matter that she's wandered like a gypsy dandelion in the air
kissing demons with the desperateness of Judas and dispair
oh, Jane's Dimitri...
she'd already had the love of her life
was fifty years and five minutes too late
he followed her halfway across the earth
he followed her far from his Russian birth
he followed her like he was Tarzan and she was Jane
well the moon belongs to no one
but he promised it was hers
she was sixteen on a cloud streak
clutching freedom like a purse
they met one night in Moscow
he had chips on both his shoulders
like a baby Johnny Robin, appetizing as a scream
what is Jane supposed to say?
what is Jane supposed to do?
now she finally realizes whats always been more than true
what is Jane supposed to feel now that she finally hears his voice?
like the days between the truth, leaving her no other choice
oh, Jane's Dimitri
when he showed up at her doorstep
she was shipwrecked and confused
disbelief is a defensive [words i cant understand...]
no one teaches girls to stand up to their parents or their fears
no one preaches to the elders to bow down to teenage years
what is Jane supposed to say?
what is Jane supposed to do?
no she finally recognizes whats always been more than true?
will they lock her up in madness?
will they throw away the key?
she has seen his face in strangers, made sweet love with enemies
doesnt matter that she's wandered like a gypsy dandelion in the air
kissing demons with the desperateness of Judas and dispair
oh, Jane's Dimitri
a regret is like arthritis
gripping wisdom by the joints
you're gasping and you're drowning
while love's sharpening her point
sixty-five and still a virgin
she stopped crying after twelve months
she stopped writing after six
what is Jane?
what is Jane?
now she finally recognizes what has always been in her way
and what is Jane supposed to feel now she finally hears his voice?
like the days between the Sabbath, leaving her no other choice
it doesnt matter that she's wandered like a gypsy dandelion in the air
kissing demons with the desperateness of Judas and dispair
oh, Jane's Dimitri...