In Jane's room

It's hard to get a hold
on your imagination
there's too much frustration
when your soul is full of holes
yes you're going to pieces
with your nephews and your nieces
when your soul is full of holes

Every time I was told
to get a grip on myself
take my heart off the shelf
but my soul was full of holes
yes I'm going insane
looking for someone to blame
'cause my soul is full of holes

         just description no prescription
         no medicine or cure
         for lust and its lure
         desire and its fire
         in Jane's room
         but all sadness is eroded
         all mindgames are exploded
         in Jane's room
         eyes shining bright
         at one with the light
         in Jane's room

I'm cast in the wrong mould
tho' the world is beautiful
and sweet love is plentiful
but my soul is full of holes
yes I'm going to pieces
with your nephews and your nieces
when your soul is full of holes

I've blown hot and cold
been to heaven and to hell
but I never got to sell
my soul shot full of holes
yes I'm going insane
looking for someone to blame
'cause my soul if full of holes

      refr.

1994. Skt. Peter (Hochschwarzwald) Track 3 van Ludo Mariman's CD Milk and Spices, 1995 (CNR Music)