Hot Slow Wind

She's always hanging with the wrong crowd, Taking shots at sundown. I can't help but think that she's a little Alright. She's past my bedtime, I can hear her say now, "I think we're Dying faster than the old kids." With the hot slow winds. But I feel it fading fast, and I guess I'll ask. But then there's hot slow winds. But she knows it's coming back, And she keeps it cool. But then there's hot slow winds. But I feel it fading fast, and I guess I'll ask. But then there's hot slow winds. But she knows it's coming back, And she keeps it cool. But then there's... She's always hanging from the wrong branch, Smoking at the right show. We can't help but think it's just a little Alright. The evening's late now, Can't you see it's fate now? You think it's just another half-written death vow. Hot slow winds. But I feel it fading fast, and I guess I'll ask. But then there's hot slow winds. But she knows it's coming back, And she keeps it cool. But then there's hot slow winds. But I feel it fading fast, and I guess I'll ask. But then there's hot slow Winds. But she knows it's coming back, And she keeps it cool. But then there's... Hot slow winds. But I feel it fading fast, and I guess I'll ask. But then there's hot slow winds. But she knows it's coming back, And she keeps it cool. But then there's... Your DNA, Your Castanella, the mausoleums, She's on the back now. The big reveal with doves in our hall, The damaged story she's about to follow. Hot slow winds. But I feel fading fast, guess I'll ask. But But she knows it's coming back, And she keeps it cool. But then there's...