Cold Wind, by Arcade Fire
In the middle of the summer
I'm not sleeping
Cold wind blowing
Try to find me but I'm still driving If you're going to San Francisco
Lay some flowers on the grave stone There's music on the station but I'm just listening to cold wind whistling And if they ever find me tell the papers cold wind, cold wind
cold, cold wind blowing
cold wind blowing Hey Hey Hey Something ain't right
Something ain't right
And if they ever find me tell the papers cold wind, cold wind
Cold, cold wind blowing, cold wind blowing, cold wind blowing,
cold wind blowing, cold wind blowing
