Heatwave کے بول

Every second sticks in air so thick I'm on the stairs and I'm moving slow Feel the pressure rise under western skies Until it's go nowhere else to go There's nothing left to do tonight Everybody's either gone out or asleep I hear an old song drift through my window From a car parked out on the street Waiting for the lights to change Someone's leaning out a second story window Taking one last good look around Someone's struggling with the words Thinking of the best way to write it all down In the house next door all the lights are off No silhouettes behind the screens Over hardwood floors In through the open doors I'm trying not to sleep Waiting for the light to change