Straightjacket Weather — текст песни (Cadillac Blindside)

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. 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.