Night jets
Burn across
Pacific skies
That summer heat

Motors scream and you bend your knees
You can't sleep in this summer heat

You lie awake and dream of cities
Crystalline [bad word] And streams of air that hold you up

If you don't sleep
Then I won't sleep
We're such close friends
We're the best of friends

Yeah it's hard to remember
What it felt like before
This burning sun came along
And dried this land up

Yeah!

We'll find somewhere cooler
Somewhere that's ours
We'll find our haven