Rubidoux - Cold War Kids

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 dials like AM radios

Snowed over river melted more last night

Still the same

The shattered windshields of spidered ice

Yes, yes mother I mean to be baptized

Seeds that make the higher ground grow and multiply

Joy to rubidoux in the the middle of the night

Bourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sight

What did you expect

Romantic call of why

Just empty desert light

Few feet float above these Persian throw rugs

And tuck themselves in percussionist succession words

Tonight a single simple folk play themselves low

Just like talking city blues down in the hole we loathe

Joy to rubidoux in the the middle of the night

Bourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sight

What did you expect

Romantic call of why

Just empty desert light

I suggest that you respect the deal

And keep your nose out of business of Priests and holy men

The life you have chosen is filled with dirty finger nails

And lost and found

And canceled appointments

Ten more avenues, time to choose

And there’s rain that’ll fall down on fire

There’s fifty doors to choose from and there’s many more

Many more inside, inside, inside

Well the night time’s going to come

The night time’s going to come

Joy to rubidoux in the the middle of the night

Bourbon and a pistol in the dash, out of sight

What did you expect

Romantic call of why

Just empty desert light

Joy to rubidoux in the the middle of the night

Joy to rubidoux in the the middle of the night

Joy to rubidoux in the the middle of the night

Just empty desert light

Just empty desert light

Just empty desert light