Cicada

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