Heatstroke
V1
She itches
Itches like the salt and the sea and my conscience
Way up northern bound musicians
And the snails she’s stepped on
Convinced herself were loved
CHORUS
Rim ta tim
Oh---
Oh--
Oh Oh (x2 full stanza)
V2
She burns
Oh, she burns just like a plane that detracts from the skyline
Floats down New York in a bottle
Calls herself a hot mess and wonders
But you know she dreams a lot
CHORUS
Bridge
And if they told you you’d get where they loved you, they lied
If they told you you’d get where you loved them, they lied
They lied, oh oh oh
And if they said that you wished in a bottle and maybe it’d come true
Throw it in the Saint Laurent and let the buzzards feed on breakage
And distrust
Then this time, maybe it’s on you.
V3
Oh, she loves
Loves like sleeping on the ocean
Watch the ruination fall on the beach
Maybe next season she can keep her time
A man who can’t love may be the worst form of exhaustion
But you know she dreams a lot
CHORUS