Hot Heavy Summer

Baby wants to dance Past the flat footed charterhouse boys From towns where the mothers can't stand The sight of each other Baby wants to last In the hearts of the wild and free She knows that time takes all of us Through every long hot heavy summer And all of them, they talk of national security Over garden fences made to buff the bastard breeze Of chance encounters Baby wants to dance Past the Tuesday morning supermarket crowd She knows we'll all sleep through the days And be two-step drip fed our laughter Says she wants to last Last how you want to She's a light in the young boy's eyes Through every long hot heavy summer And all of them, they talk of national security Over garden fences made to buff the bastard breeze Yeah all of them, shuffling down that lonely street One last gasp Against a long hot heavy summer --- Hot Heavy Summer - Ben Howard and Sylvan Esso