Fan-Breath Serenade

Midnight and the thermometer is showing off again.

Every balcony is occupied.

The city can't pretend.

The man across the courtyard waves his newspaper like a flag.

We surrender to the summer.

The summer doesn't wave back.

Summer of sound, the fans all turning,

whole town humming one low note.

Summer of sound, too hot for sleeping,

so we sit out here and float.

My fan has seen me

at my worst

and never said a word.

Three speeds of loyalty.

The most romance I've had all year.

Summer of sound, the fans all turning,

whole town humming one low note.

Somewhere around four, a little wind comes off the sea.

The whole street sighs at once.

That's the chorus.

That's the chorus. (ahhhh)