Where Are You, Jane? Video (MV)

If I were a woman would you be wearing my shoes?

Thirty kilometres away
If you were my Holden, I'd be your Jane
But distance kills
Every mile counts the minutes left

Gravity may defy
Every one of your senses, but common sense is lost
Fake reflection of a mirror
Of the rain that used to fall

Floating around
Covered in harmless tears and sudden smiles
Don't you dare to strike, don't you dare to strike
Don't you dare to strike

Fragile fingers, simple faith
Bitten pens and words you've never heard
Unfinished crap
If you'd only let me hold your hand

Floating around
Covered in harmless tears and sudden smiles
Don't you dare to strike, don't you dare to strike
Don't you dare to strike

Unfinished crap
If you'd only let me hold your hand
My tiny shell
Smells like your farewells