1 The Death of Jane

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory

Is this where it gets me, on my feet, sev'ral feet ahead of me?

Jane sat up in bed covering her eyes

I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be?

There is no beat, no melody

Henry, my first friend, my enemy

Maybe the last face I ever see

Henry looked at Jane

If I throw away my shot, is this how you'll remember me?

What if this bullet is my legacy?

Legacy, what is a legacy?

Jane sqinked

It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see

Jane remembered planting flowers in the garden with Henry, Mary, and Elizabeth that Easter

I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me

Jane remembered writing in her journal

England, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me

You let me make a difference, a place where even orphan immigrants

Jane remembered coming to the palace for the first time

Can leave their fingerprints and rise up

She remembered pressing her fingers on the palace wall

I'm running out of time, I'm running, and my time's up

Wise up, eyes up

I catch a glimpse of the other side

A picture of Heaven appeared in front of her

Catillina leads a nuns' chorus on the other side

Jane saw Catherine of Aragon directing a choir of nuns

Anne's son is on the other side

Jane saw a little boy about two years old run towards her

He's with his mother on the other side

Jane gasped when she saw Anne run after her son

Author is watching from the other side

A knight wearing a red cape riding a white horse walked up to Jane

Teach me how to say goodbye

Rise up, rise up, rise up, Elizabeth!

Elizabeth took her hand

My love, take your time

I'll see you on the other side

Mary stroked her head

Raise a glass to freedom

Wait!

Jane throw her head on the pillow

The pain strike her right between his ribs

Jane screamed

I walk towards her,

Henry ran over to her

but I am ushered away

He is blocked by maids

They move her back on her back

The maids lied Jane on her back

I get a drink

Henry got a drink from the kitchen

I hear wailing in the streets

Henry looked out the window to see crying subjects as he sips his drink

aah, aah, aah

Somebody tells me, "You're wife has died"

A maid spoke Henry

aah, aah, aah

Henry ran upstairs to Jane

They say Mary and Elizabeth

Were both at her side when she died

Henry opened her bedroom door to find Mary and Elizabeth crying into her bed

Death doesn't discriminate

Henry picked up Jane's body and cried

Between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes

Mary who was holding Edward stood with Elizabeth and Henry under an umbrella while it was raining in front of a grave

History obliterates, in every picture it paints

It paints me and all my mistakes

10 year old Edward looked at a painting of Jane

When Jane Seymour looked towards the sky

She may have been the first one to die

But I'm the one who paid for it

Edward put his head on the wall

I survived, but I paid for it

Edward turned around and cried.

Now I'm the villain in your history

Henry stood alone

I was too young and blind to see

Edward shut his eyes

I should've known

I should've known the world was wide enough for both Jane Seymour and me

The world was wide enough for both Jane Seymour and me