Jeane کے بول

Broken like the windows in a house she loved to haunt She's staring into the glass And I need conversation like I need another drink Lonely rivers are bound to pass Don't know the words 'cause they're always changing Oh, but I think I know what she means Trapped in a hotel in the south of Ireland . . . lookin' around for Jeane . . . lookin' around for Jeane Nineteen years of nothing baby, where do I begin? Wait 'til you're twenty-three She said she knew some late night place, that'd let us in Outside it started to freeze Don't know the words 'cause they're always changing Oh, but I think I know what she means Trapped in a hotel in the south of Ireland . . . lookin' around for Jeane . . . lookin' around for Jeane . . . lookin' around for Jeane . . . lookin' around for Jeane