Queen Jane Approximately Songtext
von Emma Swift

When your mother
Sends back all your invitations
And your father
To your sister he explains
That you′re tired of yourself
And all of your creations

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won′t you come see me, Queen Jane?

Now, when all of the flower ladies
Want back what they have lent you
And the smell of their roses does not remain
And all of your children
Start to resent you

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?


Now, when all the clowns
That you have commissioned
Have died in battle or in vain
And you′re sick
Of all this repetition

Won′t you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

When all of your advisers heave their plastic
At your feet
To convince you of your pain
Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic

Won′t you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

Now, when all of the bandits that you turn your other cheek to
All lay down their bandanas and complain
And you want somebody
You don′t have to speak to

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Won′t you come see me, Queen Jane?