"You don't own the road boy
Better kick up a storm
You don't own the big city lights
Better carve out your own
You don't own the green pines
The blue sky or the smoke
You don't own the dust in your
Big brown eyes
When you keep them closed"
Mais um momento do álbum Blood Pressures. Uma canção pura e dura, com o clássico espírito on the road transfigurado em parábola existencial (you don't own your sadness son): The Kills numa gravação desta Primavera, integrada nas Mercury Prize Sessions.
>>> THE KILLS: Future Starts Slow + The Last Goodbye + Baby Says.