Текст Damien Jurado – Sam And Davy

Me and my boy Sam in the tall tall grass
And on our backs in the heat of the sun
On a warm October where the clouds were never
Good for rain, only changing shape

Does your blood run cold
Or your eyes go white
On a borrowed soul
On a borrowed time

Me and my girl Davy on a Sunday morn
Taking our time in a used car lot
Destination where the sun is
Nothing is sure but the time we’ve got

Does your blood run cold
Or your eyes go white
On a borrowed soul
On a borrowed time