She started telling him a story
It was in January splendour
They knocked the top off another
The skin on her neck was so tender
Junping every fence to get to you
Oh, I'm very aroused
At least I know why I'm hear
That one chance encounter
I think I've found her, Oh yeah
You've got a habit
Of making them funny, those things
You've got a habit
Of making them funny
She bought a ticket at the station
Leaving in the morning
Seeking elevation
Shooting from the hip
Pink sun was setting over the jetty
Thinking 'bout Kerouac
Trying to find cool
He started telling her a story
Of jumping fences
And different rentals
And of splashing colours
And how everybody he knew
But nothing compared to you
And she listened
Jumping every fence to get to you
Tender Is The Neck Video (MV)
Performed By: Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever
Length: 4:58
Written by: Francis Keaney, Joseph Russo, Thomas Russo, Marcel Tussie, Joseph White
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She started telling him a story
It was in January splendour
They knocked the top off another
The skin on her neck was so tender
Junping every fence to get to you
Oh, I'm very aroused
At least I know why I'm hear
That one chance encounter
I think I've found her, Oh yeah
You've got a habit
Of making them funny, those things
You've got a habit
Of making them funny
She bought a ticket at the station
Leaving in the morning
Seeking elevation
Shooting from the hip
Pink sun was setting over the jetty
Thinking 'bout Kerouac
Trying to find cool
He started telling her a story
Of jumping fences
And different rentals
And of splashing colours
And how everybody he knew
But nothing compared to you
And she listened
Jumping every fence to get to you
It was in January splendour
They knocked the top off another
The skin on her neck was so tender
Junping every fence to get to you
Oh, I'm very aroused
At least I know why I'm hear
That one chance encounter
I think I've found her, Oh yeah
You've got a habit
Of making them funny, those things
You've got a habit
Of making them funny
She bought a ticket at the station
Leaving in the morning
Seeking elevation
Shooting from the hip
Pink sun was setting over the jetty
Thinking 'bout Kerouac
Trying to find cool
He started telling her a story
Of jumping fences
And different rentals
And of splashing colours
And how everybody he knew
But nothing compared to you
And she listened
Jumping every fence to get to you
Writer: Francis Keaney, Joseph Russo, Thomas Russo, Marcel Tussie, Joseph White
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group