If you could see like jaded jean
You wouldn't have a need for dreams
Like jaded jean in her jaded scene
She's planting seeds
A garden queen
You can find her at home almost every night
Writing letters on sheets of white
Or jade green
From her garden stream
She's consciously falling asleep
Jaded jean
Would you believe
Her father's at home
Watching the clocks
While mommy's alone
And would you believe
In all of these things
If you could see
Like jaded jean
If you could work out everything
And fill the holes the ashes bring
You wouldn't have a need for dreams
Like jaded jean
In her jaded scene
The stories come before she falls asleep
She draws the people she wants to meet
They live in houses filled with schemes
The sun rises up
And floods her streams
Would you believe
Her father's at home
Watching the clocks
While mommy's alone
And would you believe
In all of these things
If you could see
Like jaded jean
If you could be like jaded jean
You wouldn't have a need for dreams
