Cicada - La Luz

In air so hot and sweet we heard it in the breeze

Metallic shimmering of invisible things

Will we ever have our own house?

Will we ever be in one place long?

Long enough to know all the sounds

To at least know our way around?

When you said that you’d love me better

With every passing day

How could that go on forever

When I’m different everyday

In air so hot and sweet we heard it in the breeze

Metallic simmering of invisible things