103

Lyrics by：Alison Mosshart/Jamie Hince

Composed by：Alison Mosshart/Jamie Hince

Produced by：Jamie Hince/Paul Epworth

Last days in LA

Save me baby from strange times

You catch me cooking in the kitchen looking

Into the fire

Lover brother baker

Burnin' at the staker

Stick with me

Under the last palm tree

And sip a little water

From the dirty fountain meant to be

The sum of it all

Oh oh oh

Keep me on the tip of your tongue

Oh oh oh

It's 103 in the sun

You don't know what you got

Or what you want

When LA's hot

It seems to make you so damn low

You don't know what you want

Or how to stop

When LA's not

What you seen in me before

But I I blame it on the sun

Yeah I I blame it on the sun

These nights we've been tearing

Are temporary

But spit shines

Surfing the current

On an 80 proof serpent

Your red eyes

Lover brother raider hot roder

Souped up to the 9's

Sitting on blocks

And every elevator in the city

Says it's going up

When it's on the rocks

Oh oh oh

Keep me on the tip of your tongue

Oh oh oh

It's 103 in the sun

You don't know what you got

Or what you want

When LA's hot

It seems to make you so damn slow

You don't know what you want

Or how to stop

When LA's not

What you seen in me before

But I I blame it on the sun

Yeah I I blame it on the sun

Yeah I I blame it on the sun

Yeah I I blame it on the sun