Heatwave
A. CallierThe air is trembling
Embraced by heat
My heart is melting
Not much to keep
There is no breeze
No tree around
Fried thoughts
Drowned in subtle sound
The air is thick
So hard to breathe
A ball of fire
Threatening me
The air is thin
Trembling waves
They try to tell a story about
This heatwave
It’s slowing us down
And making it hard to stand up and fight against this heatwave
It’s paralysing us
It’s causing a fuss
We need soft light, not harsh light
Heatwave
The needle’s playing
A vintage song
Decoding grooves
It’s taking too long
Speeding slowly
Moving on
The light is blinding
The fact we are wrong
The record’s spinning eternally
We got off our train way too early
The record’s burning
There’s no way back
We can only accept that
The record’s spinning eternally
We got off our train way too early
The record’s burning
there’s no way back
When the heat is on, it’s hard to accept