Текст песни Straightjacket Weather

"Straightjacket Weather"
I thought you would be, insane at twenty-three.
now, i'm that weirdo screaming on the train.
you're setting fires inside my head.
i'd like to believe you. it's not arson,
maybe just a warm goodbye for me.
it's cold inside my heart,
cold, dark, and crazy. sweater weather for you,
and a straightjacket for me.Cadillac Blindside - Straightjacket Weather - http://ru.motolyrics.com/cadillac-blindside/straightjacket-weather-lyrics.html
head down, hands tied, dreaming only of you.
who can rescue me from this padded room.
if i got my mouth on some cyanide,
or a shotgun, maybe i'd survive.
head down, hands tied, dreaming only of you.
who can rescue me from this padded room.
and our get-away car is parked outside.
i'll ride shotgun, baby, you can drive.