I used to run with the idiots,
I cut my teeth in one resentful tribe
When something dark lightens up again,

I won't lie, It feels alright

Who wants a life on a moving train?

The never-ending mountains crawling by,
Pretending I can't see anything,
No heart, or no eyes


Heatwave, heatwave


Someone will ask "Now where have you been?"
And in the silence, they might crack a smile,
Well, we all know that you're talented,

But you're dead, and I'm alive

Heatwave, heatwave