Kurt Vile - Cold Was The Wind Lyrics

Cold was the wind on my frozen face
But I didn't mind, 'cause I was long gone

Cold was the wind upon my brow
Below that, well, you don't wanna know at all
Cold was the wind

Christmas in Siberia with a little bitty case of the Delirium Tremens
For some reason, picture Roger Clemens
But Mike Smith's more of the city I came with
Crossed my heart and I hope to die
Stick a needle in my, butter around your bread

Cold was the wind on my naked brow
And below that, well, you don't wanna know at all
Cold wind blows

Cold wind blows on my naked brow
Sun sits down on the sacred cow
You better goddamn miss me when I'm gone
'Cause guys gonna damn me up or down there
Wherever it is, they're gonna give me the business
Wherever it is, I'm gonna miss my girls
On the plane I'm drinkin' red wine
'Cause like everybody else I'm afraid to die
Did I mention that I'm afraid of dying, think I heard my daughter crying
So I pick her on up, spin her around
Heaven on earth, what I found

Cold wind blows on my naked brow
And below it, well, you don't wanna know at all
Cold wind blows

Mm, it's cold wind
Yeah, blows
Cold wind blows, yeah