Richard Swift - Sam and Davy lyrics

Me and my boy sam, in the tall tall gra** 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 And on 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