Feel the summers
Feel the heat
Feel the tarmac melting under my feet
Smell the smoke of a cigarette
Smell the smoke of Canadian dead oak

Taste the salt of sea - it's in the trees
Wash away my tears
Feel the summers feel the heat...

The summers... Uh...

It's physics
It's pure biology
We need to slow down, cool down economies
Sweet sweat apologies to my children
To all generations to come
To all animals harmed

We had it all...

...pic by Gretel

Produced, mixed & mastered by Anna Pönisch