The Arcade Fire

In the middle of the summer



I'm not sleeping



cold wind blowing



In the middle of the night they



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 and 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



Ohhh hey hey hey



something aint right



something aint 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