Heatwave
Was a warm summer heatwave, 2003
I was a young child and I didn't know
That the temperature changes could give you feelings
I just played in the sunshine I sweat and I swam
I burned and I blistered soothed by mother's healing
Oh what, what would I feel?
If I could go back?
The flush in my face, the rays on my arms yeah
The dribbling tickle of sweat on my palms?
Was a blistering day of July of '08
I'd crossed the Sychnant and I had the feeling
My body was burning brow crusted with salt
But my heart just refused to tell me its meaning
I don't understand, would I just have to wait?
Oh what, what would I feel
If I could go back?
The butterflies churning to tell me of first love
An innocent sweetness or something thereof
A post-exam party two thousand thirteen
In between ciders I stopped focusing
I was leaving my schoolfriends outgrowing my teens
I drank and I blacked out and I lost a week
And I think that I missed my chance, to drink in the years
Oh what, what would I feel
If I could go back?
The sweet taste of summertime freedom that gripped me
A want that would push me on further than I'd been
Now that I'm older my heart it feels colder
What once was a blazing is now just a smoulder
Will the sun ever come back to me
and light up the parts that I've lost?
Will the sun ever come back to me
and light up the parts that I've lost?
Will the sun ever come back to me
and light up the parts
that I've lost?
I was a young child and I didn't know
That the temperature changes could give you feelings
I just played in the sunshine I sweat and I swam
I burned and I blistered soothed by mother's healing
Oh what, what would I feel?
If I could go back?
The flush in my face, the rays on my arms yeah
The dribbling tickle of sweat on my palms?
Was a blistering day of July of '08
I'd crossed the Sychnant and I had the feeling
My body was burning brow crusted with salt
But my heart just refused to tell me its meaning
I don't understand, would I just have to wait?
Oh what, what would I feel
If I could go back?
The butterflies churning to tell me of first love
An innocent sweetness or something thereof
A post-exam party two thousand thirteen
In between ciders I stopped focusing
I was leaving my schoolfriends outgrowing my teens
I drank and I blacked out and I lost a week
And I think that I missed my chance, to drink in the years
Oh what, what would I feel
If I could go back?
The sweet taste of summertime freedom that gripped me
A want that would push me on further than I'd been
Now that I'm older my heart it feels colder
What once was a blazing is now just a smoulder
Will the sun ever come back to me
and light up the parts that I've lost?
Will the sun ever come back to me
and light up the parts that I've lost?
Will the sun ever come back to me
and light up the parts
that I've lost?
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Writer(s): Dominic William Jean-luc Jones
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