Murder by Death — Joe Bou

Текст песни: Joe Bou

We were sitting in the back of the car watching the lights go by
On the ceiling in a sleeping bag
We were hungry drunk and half naked
And didn't notice the time change from the last place we'd been

It still gets cold in the south
At night when the winds are blowing
Slapping up against the windshield
These blankets won't do anything at all