it s four in the morning the end of december i m writing you now just to see if you re better new york is cold but i like where i m living there s music on clinton street all through the evening i hear that you re building your house deep in the desert are you living for nothing now hope you re keeping some kind of record jane came by with a lock of your hair she said that you gave it to her the night that you planned to go clear did you ever go clear the last time we saw you you looked so much older your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder you d been to the station to meet every train but she never turned up. i mean lili mariene so you treated some woman to a flake of your life and when she got home she was nobody s wife i see you there with a rose in your teeth one more thin gypsy thief well, i see jane s a点击下载LRC歌词