Can't shake it in this weather.
The salt's all gone stuck together.
The envelopes are sealing by themselves.
I drop the spoon in my still-full soup bowl.
Soup's the only thing round here going cold.
Even the doors are too swollen for their frames.

In this heat, all I want...
I can't eat. All I want...
In this heat, all I want on my tongue
is your name.

Toss and turn. Kick off the sheets.
No way that I'm getting to sleep.
The fan is on high and moving slow.
Black sky turning slowly grey.
Leftover sunshine from yesterday.
Crickets whisper, too lazy to talk.

In this heat, all I want...
I can't sleep. All I want...
In this heat, all I want in my dreams
is your name.

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): KRISTIN ANDREASSEN