sweet summer night and I'm stripped from my sheets.
a voice from the clock says "You're not gonna get tired"
my bed is a pool and the wall's on fire
soak my head in the sink for a while
it chills my neck and it makes me smile
but my bones gotta move and my skin's gotta breathe
you pick up the phone and I'm so relieved
you slide down the stairs to the eager street
and the sun is left with slippery feet
and I want to walk around with you
it doesn't really matter, I'll go where you feel
home for the breeze, get a midnight meal
i'll point in the windows, you point out the parks
you rip off your sleeves and I'll ditch my socks
dance to the songs from the cars as they pass
and we'll breath the dawn in its morning blues
with purple yawns, you'll be sleeping soon
when the sun goes down we'll go out again!
Don't cool off
I like your warmth
let's leave the sound of the heat for the sound of the rain
do you wanna go stroll down a financial street?
our clothes might get soaked
but the buildings sleep
and there's no one pushing for a place
as we enter at an easy pace