From Now On Nada Surf

Here comes the hot feeling again when I hear his name
I clearly have no control, can't help wondering
If herein gone like a wave
I forget, but then, start remembering
The devil in my mind, why can't he go home?
Are we on our way?

I do not want to be in this song
Sung while the summer rots and the hots hot
Where is the wind?
Why does it feel still again?
Can't think along these lines
I'm gonna live a long time
Not along these lines
I'm gonna live a long time

When it goes black, it goes black so fast
No good state lasts
What I get slow is how to bounce back
You'll have to invent what you lack

Now it's hunting season for sleeping demons
I want your attention, your invention
For every new reason, do you know how I need it?

Oh, your face and everything that you say
And oh, your face and everything that you say
And oh, your face and everything that you say