reckless spin of a weathervane
dry dust stall selling sugarcane
picture so blurry it can’t be framed
heart so full it can’t feel pain

shifty pair of eyes at ambush hour
19 volts of water rushing power
tunnel underneath a leaning tower
hand grenades disguised by flowers

chorus
burning with heat, hoping for rain
red-eyed demons, deep in the grain
speeding both ways, just one lane
fingers are moving faster than the brain

reddish gold haze, lightning streaks
have another round cause we can’t think
bigger than any old day to day thing
please don’t wake us from this last dream

red moon shining through the trees
late night pacing, buzzing like bees
two non-believers down on our knees
just give us one night, one for free

slow down, dead end
barely get started fore we shut down again
slow down, count to ten
everything’s fine till we go round the bend