100¯Farenheit

Wake up in the early hours of the noon
Oh when the sun’s already up in the sky
And the skyline’s white
I don’t want to get up: to get up, to do what?
To read another book and wait until it’s night time
So I can join the guys to get a drink, and a drink, and another one?
Until it’s late and I come back alone at home, around 1am
Then I sat, and I write and I smoke a big blunt
Staring at the summer void…
Nothing has changed in me, but it’s summer
Nothing has changed in me, but it’s summer
Well I had a nightmare (nightmare again)
While I am asleep, the whole city’s on fire
No more buildings and no more clubs
Just the scent of the leaves remains, smelling like cum
We both evaporate under the streetlights
See people on their knees, preparing for something
That’ll make them wavering
As if it was God’s calling
No ocean
No need for it
The pavements
Are easy to go by your side
I love every step
That I take in the summertime
In the cities of love
In the cities of love, yeah
In the cities of love (ad lib)