Lyrics:

Butterflies with gilded wings this morning
Touched the red sun and the rain

On the bridge the workers pass in threes and fours and fives
To my sleeplessness
Reflections after Jane

How I long to live inside a window
By the sighing motorway

Feel the city searching for my loneliness
In all the dust and glass
Reflections after Jane

And I see her all on a golden Sunday

With her hair so dark in the rain

Who is in the newspapers this month or week or year
My silent friend

I can starve my life into a deeper sleep
Remembering
Reflections after Jane