| Jenny sits all alone and she waits for the one |
| With a handful of charm she will bring back the sun |
| She’s been waiting inside of her house at the end of the world |
| End of the world |
| She sees visions of futures, but not of her own |
| And she cries when she thinks of her empty home |
| She’s been waiting inside of her house at the end of the world |
| End of the world, end of the world |
| Jenny sits and she hopes for a knock at her door |
| For a savior, a king or someone to adore |
| She’s been waiting inside of her house at the end of the world |
| She sees visions of futures, but not of her own |
| And she cries when she thinks of her empty home |
| She’s been waiting inside of her house at the end of the world |
| End of the world, end of the world |
| How will you ever see the end to this if you never leave |
| This little house you hide inside, this little house that you keep? |
| You say you’ll never feign a distance from this place on the hill |
| You know it makes you cry and covers you, the things that you will |
| How will you ever meet the one who could bring back the sun? |
| You live inside yourself and now this house is the only one |
| You live inside yourself and now this house is the only one |