The heat shimmers on the streets, flies bother me,
And the roses need some water, you see.
And all the streets have lost their way, they crawl on as if to say,
If I could only reach a dead end some day.
There´s nothing I can do or say,
It all boils away, clouding the day.
It´s a cruel summer, burning in me,
Turning every colour into black.
It´s a cruel summer, oh can´t you see,
Friendly fire´s still the worst attack.
There´s a fool on the hill. The windmill stands still.
And the thoughts run like a moth to a flame.
The sun melts holes into the day, I´m not ready for the fray
Cause there is no excuse and no one to blame.
If I could only make you see,
The wasteland in me, I think you´d agree.
It´s a cruel summer, burning in me,
Turning every colour into black.
It´s a cruel summer, oh can´t you see,
Friendly fire´s still the worst attack.
SOLO
There´s nothing I can do or say,
It all boils away, clouding the day.
It´s a cruel summer, burning in me,
Turning every colour into black.
It´s a cruel summer, oh can´t you see,
Friendly fire´s still the worst attack.