作曲 : Cold War Kids So let's go deadbolt your shed door Cram your paper money snug closer than before Chandeliers are falling in graveyard rows And your eyes are shifting dials like AM radios Snowed over river melted more last night Still the same to shovel windshields of spidered ice Yes, yes mother I mean to be baptized Seeds that make the high ground grow and multiply Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight What did you expect? Romantic Isle of Wight? Just empty desert light Few feet float above these Persian throw rugs And tuck themselves in percussion as succession was Tonight as single simple folk played themselves slow Just like talking city blues down in the hallway low Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight What did you expect? Romantic Isle of Wight? Just empty desert light I suggest that you respect the deal And keep your nose out of business of Priests and holy men, the life you have chosen Is filled with dirty fingernails And lost and founds and cancelled appointments 10 more avenues time to choose And there's rain that'll fall down in five There's 50 doors to choose from and there's many more Many more inside inside inside And the nighttime's going to come The nighttime's going to come Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight What did you expect? Romantic Isle of Wight? Just empty desert light Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night Just empty desert light Just empty desert light Just empty desert light
作曲 : Cold War Kids So let's go deadbolt your shed door Cram your paper money snug closer than before Chandeliers are falling in graveyard rows And your eyes are shifting dials like AM radios Snowed over river melted more last night Still the same to shovel windshields of spidered ice Yes, yes mother I mean to be baptized Seeds that make the high ground grow and multiply Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight What did you expect? Romantic Isle of Wight? Just empty desert light Few feet float above these Persian throw rugs And tuck themselves in percussion as succession was Tonight as single simple folk played themselves slow Just like talking city blues down in the hallway low Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight What did you expect? Romantic Isle of Wight? Just empty desert light I suggest that you respect the deal And keep your nose out of business of Priests and holy men, the life you have chosen Is filled with dirty fingernails And lost and founds and cancelled appointments 10 more avenues time to choose And there's rain that'll fall down in five There's 50 doors to choose from and there's many more Many more inside inside inside And the nighttime's going to come The nighttime's going to come Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight What did you expect? Romantic Isle of Wight? Just empty desert light Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night Just empty desert light Just empty desert light Just empty desert light
