Tender Is the Neck

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 - Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever