Lyrics:

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

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