Alex Golding - Cold Hand Jane

Cold Hand Jane
Cold Hand Jane
She had a blast
Belongs to the past like the Afghan coat she wears
Worn into submission by her mother’s best friend
She learned to bend and then
Cold Hand Jane
Was only sixteen thought she’d be queen
Till she fell from grace
Too much undone much too young
Too soon to be out of the race
She didn’t tell a soul what she was going through
All of her friends carry photos of babies
Wrapped in homes in the nice part of town
No broken bottles or meaningless fights
On the outskirts of the city on a Saturday night she goes
Out of her mind from Wednesday to Tuesday
Stars a lead role in a dead-end dream
Not even a curtain rising on a brand new stage
Gonna change much of anything
She can’t explain
Cold Hand Jane
Cold Hand Jane
Sits at the table she starts to cry
The bottle is dry
She ain’t like her sister it hurts like a blister
And she can but wonder why
She keeps it all inside lying awake at night while
All of her friends carry photos of babies
Champagne on ice in the nice part of town
No broken bottles or meaningless fights
On the outskirts of the city on a Saturday night
She goes out of her mind from Wednesday to Tuesday
Stars a lead role in a dead-end dream
Not even a curtain rising on a brand new scene
Can change where she’s going
She’s can’t explain
The scars remain
Cold Hand Jane
You don’t wanna feel
You don’t wanna feel the pain
Don’t it drive you insane
That’s how she became Cold Hand Jane
Cold Hand Jane
Cold Hand Jane
Cold Hand Jane
Ah she’s gonna get you
She’s gonna get inside your brain
She’ll drive you wild like cocaine
She’s gonna drive you insane
She’s on a one way train, yeah
Cold Hand Jane

Written by:
Alex Golding

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