Jenny Come In
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โฑ๏ธ 4:10 duration
๐ ID: 24770320
๐ Lyrics
Heat of the city, a breeze crossed his forehead
His hand on the window sill rests
Waiting to hear it, her feet on the porch steps
"Jenny, come in," he says under his breath
He says, "That too can make more than two"
He says, "That too can push out the ghosts"
He says, "I'm haunted by somebody lonely
I hear the voice at night when you're gone"
Saying, "You know what I'd do if I were you?
Break down the door and go after her running"
And when she returns the things that she's borrowed
Coming to see what was made and what broke
Oh, guilty, his eyes unravel
The thread at her hem and the pearls at her throat
Under the swaying, the floorboards are creaking
There's sweat down his new cotton clothes
While a song in the next room is playing
A voice from the radio calls
Saying, "You know what I'd do if I were you?
Break down the door and go after her running
You know what I'd do if I were you?
Set fire to the cords that bind you in longing"
Jenny, come in, there's food on the table
And though it is small, a bed that is clean
Music for playing and hands that are able
To hold a woman who's warm but mean
His hand on the window sill rests
Waiting to hear it, her feet on the porch steps
"Jenny, come in," he says under his breath
He says, "That too can make more than two"
He says, "That too can push out the ghosts"
He says, "I'm haunted by somebody lonely
I hear the voice at night when you're gone"
Saying, "You know what I'd do if I were you?
Break down the door and go after her running"
And when she returns the things that she's borrowed
Coming to see what was made and what broke
Oh, guilty, his eyes unravel
The thread at her hem and the pearls at her throat
Under the swaying, the floorboards are creaking
There's sweat down his new cotton clothes
While a song in the next room is playing
A voice from the radio calls
Saying, "You know what I'd do if I were you?
Break down the door and go after her running
You know what I'd do if I were you?
Set fire to the cords that bind you in longing"
Jenny, come in, there's food on the table
And though it is small, a bed that is clean
Music for playing and hands that are able
To hold a woman who's warm but mean