Oh the heat in this bland desert
Does it ever stop?
The glaring sun heating up the sky
Waiting till you drop
I come from a cold place
Where it always rains
You can taste the moist cool air
See the blueness in my veins?
I was not made for the heat
I was made for the cold
So if you put me in the sun
Forgive me if I’m bold
I hate it here, is that clear
I want to go home
Where the water runs, always fun
Laughing as it goes
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
Oh the heat in this bland desert
Does it ever stop?
The glaring sun heating up the sky
Waiting till you drop
I come from a cold place
Where it always rains
You can taste the moist cool air
See the blueness in my veins?
I was not made for the heat
I was made for the cold
So if you put me in the sun
Forgive me if I’m bold
I hate it here, is that clear
I want to go home
Where the water runs, always fun
Laughing as it goes