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