- cifra
When I was a young boy
I would dream my fire
And I would find my way
To you, each day!
It's funny how it changed
From what we were those days
I told that I loved you
And you said you felt the same
But it was just a heatwave!
But it was just a heatwave!
You leave me standing there
After all of those years
And I know it seems to be fine
To leave this all behind
'Cause it was just a heatwave
'Cause it was just a heatwave!
'Cause it was just a heatwave!
'Cause it was just a heatwave!
