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
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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