Friday 14 August 2009

The Dead Weather



I'm looking for a place to go
Where the sun goes down and stays down
I'm looking for a place to go
Where I can lie low, die slow

My baby, she's uptight
Her face is frozen in daylight
My darlin', she's a drifter
Nothing out there seems to fit her

I'm looking for a no hassle night
I've become her and it hurts my mind

My baby, she's a burglar
Nothing I know can deter her
I'm looking for a place to go
Where the sun goes down, I can lie low