Rubidoux Cold War Kids
Artiste: Cold War Kids Chanson: Rubidoux
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 The shattered windshields of spidered ice
Yes, yes mother I mean to be baptized
Seeds that make the higher ground grow and multiply
Joy to rubidoux in the the middle of the night
Bourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sight
What did you expect Romantic call of why
Just empty desert light Few feet float above these Persian throw rugs
And tuck themselves in percussionist succession words
Tonight a single simple folk play themselves low
Just like talking city blues down in the hole we loathe
Joy to rubidoux in the the middle of the night
Bourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sight
What did you expect Romantic call of why
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 finger nails And lost and found And canceled appointments
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 The shattered windshields of spidered ice
Yes, yes mother I mean to be baptized
Seeds that make the higher ground grow and multiply
Joy to rubidoux in the the middle of the night
Bourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sight
What did you expect Romantic call of why
Just empty desert light Few feet float above these Persian throw rugs
And tuck themselves in percussionist succession words
Tonight a single simple folk play themselves low
Just like talking city blues down in the hole we loathe
Joy to rubidoux in the the middle of the night
Bourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sight
What did you expect Romantic call of why
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 finger nails And lost and found And canceled appointments
