All Night Saying

August heat... December feelings.

It's ninety degrees on the pavement tonight

But your words are like winter,

freezing the light

We talk in the shadows of midsummer air

But the chill in your laughter is more

than I can bear

And the heat keeps on rising

While our fire is dying down

Cold, cold winter

in the middle of the summer sun

Freeze the moment, see what we have done (ooh-yeah)

We chase the horizons but stay in the dark

Sweating in silence, waiting for a spark

An August confession with December terms

Watching the empire as it slowly burns

August heat... December feelings.