I'm looking right through you, I'm looking right through you You're looking right through me The summertime's melting, the summertime's melting The image off our screen
The city's on fire, the city's on fire Burning through me The summertime's cruising, the summertime's cruising Down our street
I'm looking right through you, I'm looking right through you You're looking right through me The summertime's melting, the summertime's melting Our screen
The city's growing cold now, the city's growing cold now I probably should leave The summertime's sleeping, the summertime's sleeping Dreaming up new heat