Heat of the city, a breeze cross his forehead His hand on the windowsill rests Waiting to hear it, her feet on the porch steps 'Jenny, come in,' he says under his breath
He says that two can make more than two He says that two can push out 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 Guilty, his eyes unraveled 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 meanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
