Prolific - Jenn Setts | Текст песни

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Jenn Setts was the new kid in school when I was seventeen,
She walked the halls alone stoned as an empty queen,
Seldom seen, bare-boned but graceful all the same,
She'd sit at the picnic tables even when it rained,
Content, carving spiders in the wood,
She'd wear a long jacket second-hand hiding in the hood,
Sometimes you could find her alone hiding in a nook,
Curled up in a corner or even crying in a book,
I always wanted to talk but never knew what to say,
She moved in this way, quiet, removed and estranged,
A tattoo of a moon on her waist, a bruise on her face,
With white powder to smooth away the blues and the greys,
Her beauty was strange, scars on her wrists were left,
In a place where a knife had at one point split the flesh,
Fingertips stained with cigarettes you could sense her sweet decay,
Yet she was calm and never seemed afraid,

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We made my love and I, beneath the weeping willow,
Nowhere to go at least we can dream a little,
Keep it simple as the days go by,
Stare at each other's minds and watch angels die,

One day walking down the street I saw her sitting on the curb,
Throwing crumbs of bread down to a little ring of birds,
The pigeons didn't stir they gravitated to her silence,
Dressed in black, with a little tinge of violet,
I approached the pale face not sure what to say,
Broke the silence with my step and watched the birds fly away,
Reached for words but was left gazing at her black hair,
Smiled but nothing came back but a blank stare,
Thinking to myself, I should have left her there in peace,
Cuz come to think, of it I'd never heard her speak,
But took a seat beside her and said "Hi, I've seen you around..."
And she responded but she was speaking to the ground,
She told me she lived with her dad that her mom was back at home,
That she hated this town so she spent most her time alone,
But she liked it that way, at least that's what she said,
And then she turned and walked away, and that's how we met,

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On the ride home Jenn and I we took the same bus,
So we'd sit together but neither of us would say much,
I'd get off in my small town she'd get off in the country side,
As I moved past from the inner seat my hands would brush her thighs,
Sometimes our eyes'd connect, alive in the flesh,
There was something between us but it seemed that silence was best,
Yet one night I stayed with her until the last stop,
An open field small house red sky as a back-drop,
We stepped from the bus hands locked and walked inside the house,
Into the gloomy dark where all the lights were out,
Expect for the flicker of the tv and the red sky in the clouds,
To see her father passed out, lying on the couch,
She said "He's always like that, no one understands,
I don't see why I have to live with him when my mother can't,"
He was an ugly man, face stained a rusted tan,
The lonely owner of this open country land,
I saw her run her hands along his side, in a mournful silence...
Silence.. are you alright...?

And she said come, I have, something to show you,
A place that I love that I want you to go to,
I followed as she ran off deep into the field,
To the weeping willow where she stopped and said here,
Father said it's been growing more than a hundred years,
It's where I lie and let the wind whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
So we sat under the tree and I could feel her holding on,
Her skin was cold and soft but below her soul was calm,
Lying on stones and moss until the sun rose at dawn,
Watching the smoke and smog roll across the open pond,

....Watching the smoke and smog roll across the open pond....

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