Heatwave Songtext
von Mt. Misery

Heatwave in the early spring
Waiting at your door again
Thinking back to when your blood can sing
And the weekends spent indoors pretending

We were floating on the in-between
Falling out of love with the old routine
Wanna fill the lock and walk on in
But I′m waiting for the phone to ring


Looking back at my reflection
In the place I want to be
Tell me anything you like
And I'll write it down in worn out pen
Cigarettes outside in the dead of night
Never burned as bright as they did back then

When we were floating on the in-between
Falling out of love with the old routine
I was wondering what might happen
As the sun might burn into my skin

Take a look in my direction
From the place I want to be