Hot Fan Blues

(mmm-hmm) Up above, the ceiling fan spins slow

Shadows stretch

across the floor below

Hot Singapore night

outside the door

But here we rest,

asking for

nothing more

Seeping the cold sling,

pink and sweet Escaping the heavy summer heat

In this quiet room,

time stands still (ooo-ooo)

Condensation drips from the glass rim

As the hotel lobby lights grow dim

We watch the street from

high above

Lost in a slow-motion kind of love

Seeping the cold sling (so cold) Let the world go by (mmmmm)