Tekster:
Cold War Kids Robbers

the blind it's not easy you see don't think I don't know sympathy my victims in my shadow starin back at me as robbers in my thoughts they tell me what

Backseat of your family station wagon Listenin' to mom 100 years of solitude and only 12 years old God make up your mind God make up your mind Do you

He pours the wine into his coffee cup His gin has dropped It's time to pick it up Too fed, he rose out of his bus and left Tearin' slow he's barkin'

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

Conversations that went on terrible paths don't talk about that No no, don't talk about that We're coming back loud and end this conversation Said you

Careless in our summer clothes splashing around in the muck and the mile Careless in our summer clothes splashing around in the muck and the mile fell

There's nothing to do here some just whine and complain in bed at the hospital coming and going asleep and awake in bed at the hospital tell me the

from the blind it's not easy you see don't think I don't know sympathy my victims in my shadow starin back at me as robbers in my thoughts they tell