I have given to you jane
torn and tattered love
But do you hear the tolling bells
That ring down from above?
Thought [bad word] like charlemagne
But I've [bad word] [bad word] Now I crawl the promenade
To fill my empty cup

And you're free
You're free again
One more time

Now if you found a razorblade
And took it to your wrist
Then I'd be here in my electric chair
Because of this
All last night and night before
I stood on the pier and cried
But I don't want to turn away
For fear of going blind

And you're free
You're free again
One more time

I have given to you Jane
[bad word] and beaten love
But do you see the cold white light
That shines down from above?
Thought [bad word] like charlemagne
But I've [bad word] [bad word] Now I'll crawl the promenade
To fill my empty cup

And you're free
You're free again
One more time