Letra da Música Jenny, Last Night de Bruno Deneckere

There stands a glass of water
my mouth is dry
my hands are failin' me
with every try

She's out in the garden
with her Black Mountain tea
sittin' on a wooden bench
one leg over her knee

And all the little moths
fly to the light
and I went home with
Jenny,last night

There's a weight on my shoulder
there's a curse on my lips
there's a tinglin'
in my fingertips

Me and Jenny
we go back a long way
and there ain't no ocean
will sweep that away

And all the little moths
fly to the light
and I went home with
Jenny,last night

I was just a boy
only sixteen
trapped in a low self-esteem
but Jenny gave me
a fiery tongue
now twenty years
have passed and gone

She's out in the garden
with her Black Mountain tea
sittin' on a wooden bench
one leg over her knee