Jane Austen's Door lyrics

Has Jean Paul Sartre deserted you Do you still listen to the blues Is there a needle beside your hand A poisoned chalice or the promised land Some doors open some doors close Do opposites still seem close Did Ruby Tuesday get to you Or the caretaker whose film we used A purple rose that was ignored The child behind Jane Austen's door Oh has your life seemed unkind With all those friends you left behind We burned our bridges fast those days Don't think about them it doesn't pay My drunken guitar Sloane Square tube Falling backwards me and you Tumbling over to the floor You cried inside Jane Austen's door So long