Heatwave

Shell of an engine, unexplained Burst to fire, engulfed in flames Breathing exhaust, a heatwave mirage Nothing to lose 'til everything's really gone It's worse than death, that life Compressed to fill a page in the Sunday paper I had the shuddering thought "This was gonna make me late for work" Biting a chain, free like a lame Oh, can you be healed? Scratch my knees on the gravel Say, "It's all part of the deal" Covered in scars, a canyon deep It's not like what I thought it'd be The gruesome beauty of your face in everyone I meet I was on a long spiral down Before I make it to the ground I'll wrap Orion's belt around my neck And kick the chair out On a long spiral down Before I make it to the ground Oh, I will wrap Orion's belt around my neck And kick the chair out And I'll kick the chair out Kick the chair out