The Midweather - Jane of the South Lyrics

Jane, Jane, Jane of the South

Tinny tin roof, not much slant
Two feet on the ground like a catamaran
Half clean, half messy, bottom in her thumbs
Deciphering the rhythms of her rummy tum-tum

Eyelids must be windows
Glowing just like emeralds
Breathless, always on her toes
Happy with the town, never gonna let her down

Jane, Jane, Jane of the South
Jane, Jane, Jane of the South

Three A.M. love, drunk insomnia
Wake to see refractions in the carpenter above
Dinner was fantastic, breakfast don't compare
Found herself a throne in the barbie-barber's chair

Precision like a guillotine
Vision, eyes appealing
Timing, crashing in the sands
Gives herself endorphins with the placement of her hands

Jane, Jane, Jane of the South
Jane, Jane, Jane of the South

Distinct forms, she's a puzzle piece
Worshiping the games, probabilities
Took a hiatus, lost a lot of luck
Looks good on the paper, in reality she's stuck

Comfort, elevation, high tides
Short bus seems to have a long line
Steady hand, well applied lipstick
Knowing that tonight, she deserves her optimistic

Jane, Jane, Jane of the South
Jane, Jane, Jane of the South
Jane, Jane, Jane of the South (Del Sur)
Jane, Jane, Jane of the South