The moment that she realized she'd already had the love of her life
Was fifty years and five minutes too late
He'd followed her halfway across the earth He'd followed her far from his Russian birth
He'd followed her like he was Tarzan and she was Jane
The moon belongs to no one
But he promised her
He promised it was hers
She was sixteen on a class trip Clutching freedom like a purse
And they met one night in Moscow He had chips upon both shoulders
Like a baby Johnny Rotten Hypnotizing as he screamed
What is Jane supposed to say? What is Jane supposed to do?
And now she finally recognizes What's always been more than true
What is Jane supposed to feel? And now she finally hears his voice
Like the days between the truth Leaving her no other choice
Oh, Jane's Dimitri
When he showed up at her doorstep She was shipwrecked and confused
Disbelief is a defensive Labyrinth of I love you's
No one teaches girls to stand up To their parents or their fears
No one preaches to the elders To bow down to teenage years
What is Jane supposed to say? What is Jane supposed to do?
And now she finally recognizes What's always been more than true
Will they lock her up in madness? Will they throw away the key?
She has seen his face in strangers Made sweet love with enemies
It doesn't matter that she's wandered Like a gypsy dandelion in the air
Kissing demons with the desperateness Of Judas and despair
Oh, Jane's Dimitri
When he showed up at her doorstep She was shipwrecked and confused
Disbelief is a defensive Labyrinth of I love you's
No one teaches girls to stand up To their parents or their fears
What is Jane supposed to feel? And now she finally hears his voice


She has seen his face in madness
Disbelief is a defensive Labyrinth of I love you's
No one preaches to the elders To bow down to teenage years
Will they lock her up in madness? What is Jane supposed to say?
Will they lock her up in madness? What is Jane supposed to feel?
Disbelief is a defensive Labyrinth of I love you's
No one preaches to the elders To bow down to teenage years
What is Jane supposed to feel? And now she finally recognizes
What's always been in her way What is Jane supposed to do?

What is Jane supposed to feel? And now she finally hears his voice
Like the days between the Sabbath Leaving her no other choice
It doesn't matter that she's wandered Like a gypsy dandelion in the air
Kissing demons with the desperateness Of Judas and despair
Hello, James, to meet you
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