[Verse 1] Clouds climb high like castles in the sky, White towers burning where the blue winds die. Cicadas scream in a razor-bright choir, Every note throwing sparks into fire. Heat waves crawl from the concrete below, Slow like a fever, with nowhere to go. The sunlight melts through my skin and my eyes, Turning the street into shimmering lies. [Pre-Chorus] My throat feels dry, my thoughts run slow, Something’s burning underneath the snow. I thought it was summer, I thought it was heat, But there’s a fever dancing under my feet. [Chorus] Cicadas in my head, singing red, singing red, Racing through the fever in a spiral of dread. I can hear them when the whole world sleeps, Buzzing in the shadows where the silence creeps. Cool room, cold air, but I’m burning inside, Lost in a summer where the seasons collide. Half awake, half gone, in a golden haze, Cicadas in my head through the endless days. [Verse 2] The asphalt shimmers like a mirror of flame, Every distant figure forgets its own name. My vision drifts, then splits into two, A thousand white suns bleeding into blue. There’s no sound outside, but I hear them arise, A million tiny wings underneath my eyes. They crawl through the corners of memory’s maze, Calling me deeper through the fevered blaze. [Pre-Chorus] My head goes light, my heartbeat sways, I’m floating through these ultraviolet days. I close my eyes, but the summer remains, A phantom percussion pounding my veins. [Chorus] Cicadas in my head, singing red, singing red, Racing through the fever in a spiral of dread. I can hear them when the whole world sleeps, Buzzing in the shadows where the silence creeps. Cool room, cold air, but I’m burning inside, Lost in a summer where the seasons collide. Half awake, half gone, in a golden haze, Cicadas in my head through the endless days. [Bridge] Maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s the dream, Maybe nothing’s ever quite the way it seems. The ceiling starts to ripple, the walls begin to sway, And summer grows a thousand wings and carries me away. White cloud, bright sun, Mind undone, mind undone. Cold air, hot skin, Let the fever pull me in. [Final Chorus] Cicadas in my head, singing red, singing red, Spinning through the summer like a song of the dead. No one hears them, no one sees them fly, But they fill the empty blue behind my eyes. Cool room, cold air, still I’m burning inside, A fever-colored ocean with nowhere to hide. Half awake, half gone, fading into the haze, Cicadas in my head— and the endless summer stays.
