Arcade Fire - The Arcade Fire lyrics

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 Ohhh hey hey hey something aint right something aint 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