Heatwave Dreams by Aural Palaces

In the heat, the air hums low,
Leaves whisper secrets I don't know,
The sun drips down in liquid streams,
I walk alone through heatwave dreams.

The trees they breathe, their roots do crawl,
Shadows twist and start to fall,
The ground is soft, it sighs beneath,
I’ve lost my name, my sense, my teeth.

The birds are laughing in the light,
Their wings like flames take sudden flight,
My skin is melting, thoughts run wild,
The jungle calls, a fevered child.

The world is burning.
The world is burning.
The world is burning.