Mirror Jane – Damien Youth – letras

Jane goes to sleep in the back of my carShe is mute & disheveled all under the starsThat are twinkling irreverent to illuminate scarsOn this widow hatched, trailer trash, angel of godAnd her window is down so the breeze blows her hairTo feel light as a feather that swirls in the airLost… never landing… where current is kingLittle fuck puppet freeing herself from her stringsIn road-way-hum we are falling togetherAnd headlight flow looks like ghost tears from heaven.Jane takes a much deeper look at herselfRipped up old raggedy anne on the shelfThat was put away torn in some bully boy’s roomHalf wrapped up in spider webs, cat pissed & strewnLittle ghost child she stares just a while out the window.Then she drifts back off in the warmth of dream’s haloShe woke for a little while, looks all aroundA face in my mirror smiles. we’re so far from townSomebody somewhere must know what she meansWhen she says that she’s sinking more into that dream, that she’s not really here nor has she ever been, she’s just muddled thought, manifest, in god’s brain obsceneAnd then silenced all so that no one will hear herA lost heart beat just outside of the mirrorWe just arrived yesterday, & for a short whileWe have a safe place to stay, we turn off the lightAnd we both lay down in the same place togetherJust two lost coins in the same box of treasureAnd we all lay down in the same place togetherAnd we’re all lost coins in the same box of treasureTill we all lay down in the graveyard togetherWe are all lost souls in the halls of forever.Jane’s falls asleep in the back of my car