Jayne

Jayne, come back I’m such a fool I’m waiting for your gun I’m sad I’m sad… We could have change the world But I’m waiting for your shot And I ll hate you, I will hate you, ooh I’ll hate you Jayne, my girl I’m waiting for the day when the wind blow all your past Can you see, can you see, can you see all these bleeding roses It’s your wicked landscape Now I see you, Now I feel you, Now I see you...Jayne