Cold Wind - Arcade Fire (拱廊之火)

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

Hey hey hey

Something ain't right

Something ain't 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