[00:26.400] Maybe on a Sunday night
[00:29.607] Pop music in the acid light
[00:33.221] I remember when your sister died
[00:36.940] Slow motion on the satellite
[00:40.885] I remember I was lying in my bedroom
[00:45.428] Wishing that a love would come to me
[00:49.270] Flesh for fantasy
[00:56.479] We were listening to Thunder Road
[01:00.213] "My Little Runaway," hot and cold
[01:03.908] There's a lot of ways you could go
[01:07.764] I hear you singing on the radio
[01:11.722] You say you're leaving
[01:12.950] But I know I'm gonna find you
[01:16.498] I'm gonna be your suicide
[01:20.523] Don't kill the light
[01:24.556] Don't kill the light
[01:29.881] It's gonna hit you when the light goes out
[01:34.673] They don't even know your name
[01:37.866] And there's a lot of kids hanging out
[01:41.704] But nobody can touch your fame
[01:45.976] It's gonna hit you when the light goes out
[01:49.975] They don't even know your name
[02:06.702] So Jenny don't kill the light
[02:09.970] I know I said I would, but hey, I lied
[02:13.679] I'm gonna meet you on the other side
[02:17.484] Your boy said he wants you back tonight
[02:21.366] He always said I'm gonna love you till I'm crazy
[02:26.645] I'm gonna love you till I'm dead
[02:29.878] A place to lay my head
[02:34.198] To lay my head
[02:39.981] It's gonna hit you when the light goes out
[02:44.458] They don't even know your name
[02:47.523] And there's a lot of kids hanging out
[02:51.801] But nobody can touch your fame
[02:55.428] It's gonna hit you when the light goes out
[02:59.821] They don't even know your name
[03:09.495] This isn't love, it's not the same
[03:13.416] It's like she said, "here comes the rain"
[03:17.140] If you want to stay alive
[03:20.916] The preacher says you've got to die
[03:24.841] Here's the scene: you give, I take
[03:28.376] Are there pretty girls in Silver Lake?
[03:32.324] The kind that make a boy forget
[03:35.945] There's nothing really to forget
[03:40.104] Oh, whoa, oh, whoa
[03:43.639] Whoa, oh, whoa, oh
[03:47.513] Yeah, yeah
[03:49.470] Whoa, whoa, oh, whoa, oh
[03:55.053] Yeah, yeah
[03:59.609] Whoa, oh, oh
[04:02.991] Whoa, oh, oh
[04:05.237] Whoa, oh, oh
[04:07.204] Uh
[04:14.651] Maybe on a Sunday night
[04:17.843] Pop music in the acid light
[04:21.654] I remember when your sister died
[04:25.292] Slow motion on the satellite
[04:29.303] You say you're leaving
[04:30.400] But I know I'm gonna find you
[04:34.317] I'm gonna be your suicide
[04:38.108] Don't kill the light
[04:41.358] Jenny, don't kill the light, oh
[04:45.959] Don't kill the light
[05:01.356] Don't kill the light
[05:04.760] Jenny, don't kill the light
[05:08.120] Oh

Maybe on a Sunday night
Pop music in the acid light
I remember when your sister died
Slow motion on the satellite
I remember I was lying in my bedroom
Wishing that a love would come to me
Flesh for fantasy
We were listening to Thunder Road
"My Little Runaway," hot and cold
There's a lot of ways you could go
I hear you singing on the radio
You say you're leaving
But I know I'm gonna find you
I'm gonna be your suicide
Don't kill the light
Don't kill the light
It's gonna hit you when the light goes out
They don't even know your name
And there's a lot of kids hanging out
But nobody can touch your fame
It's gonna hit you when the light goes out
They don't even know your name
So Jenny don't kill the light
I know I said I would, but hey, I lied
I'm gonna meet you on the other side
Your boy said he wants you back tonight
He always said I'm gonna love you till I'm crazy
I'm gonna love you till I'm dead
A place to lay my head
To lay my head
It's gonna hit you when the light goes out
They don't even know your name
And there's a lot of kids hanging out
But nobody can touch your fame
It's gonna hit you when the light goes out
They don't even know your name
This isn't love, it's not the same
It's like she said, "here comes the rain"
If you want to stay alive
The preacher says you've got to die
Here's the scene: you give, I take
Are there pretty girls in Silver Lake?
The kind that make a boy forget
There's nothing really to forget
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, oh, whoa, oh
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Uh
Maybe on a Sunday night
Pop music in the acid light
I remember when your sister died
Slow motion on the satellite
You say you're leaving
But I know I'm gonna find you
I'm gonna be your suicide
Don't kill the light
Jenny, don't kill the light, oh
Don't kill the light
Don't kill the light
Jenny, don't kill the light
Oh