No one knew that Jane carried a monster

No one knew her chemical brain

We thought our lives were waterproof when she was around

For 7 lucky years she was my teacher

This year, first in June, her desk was empty

Nobody answered on her phone

When they splashed her oak-tree door, her home looked like stew

Her kids and cat were the ingredients

Headlines hit me like a stone

Here I sit in this café

I feel shocked into my bones

Damn you Jane

Newspapers quote from their throne

" There is no real reason

What' s done is done

My Zoloft-box was empty

May' I felt a kind of down "

No one knew that Jane was a prophet

Who understood her words, when she said

" Life is sweet but one day when the nightmare comes through

It's gonna kick the daylight out of dreamers "

Jane, there is teardrops in my liquor

Dark clouds will rule the sky tonight

If you hit the road again, I'll pray for your soul

And burn the articles to your protection

Headlines keep me feeling down

Here I sit in this café

Words and lines spinning around

Psycho Jane

I feel shocked into my bones

'Cause I know there's no reason

What's done is done

Her Zoloft-box was empty

May' she felt a kind of down