Heatwave

It feels good in the nighttime
Warm hands trying to break the mold
It feels good in the nighttime
Cruel intentions and hearts of gold
Wind blown patterns change
The artic chokes us
We want to know why
Who am I to notice?
Hope lost feels like June
Solstice nights bring longer moons
23 but still brand new
It feels good in the nighttime
Warm hands trying to break the mold
It feels good in the nighttime
Cruel intentions and hearts of gold
Heaven sent the polar spray
The frozen coffins
You’ll turn a blind eye
Who am I to notice?
Hope lost
You’re letting go
It feels good in the nighttime
Warm hands trying to break the mold
It feels good in the nighttime
Cruel intentions
You’re letting go
Melting ice around our lips
The taste of Canada lingers on us
Who am I to notice?
We’re taken back or we’re born to follow
It feels good in the nighttime
Warm hands trying to break the mold
It feels good in the nighttime
Cruel intentions and hearts of gold
It feels good in the nighttime and I’m over it now