I used to run with the idiots
I cut my teeth in one resentful tribe
When something dark lightens up again
I won't lie, it feels alright

Who wants a life on a moving train?
The never-ending mountains crawling by
Pretending I can't see anything
No heart, or no eyes
Heatwave, heatwave

Someone will ask "now where have you been? "
And in the silence, they might crack a smile
Well, we all know that you're talented
But you're dead, and I'm alive
Heatwave, heatwave