Eye of the storm
Urban Hot town, summer in the city Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty Been down, isn’t it a pity Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-August and the city is quite empty. After a heavy but sort rain I decide to make a short walk in the street beside the sea. The atmosphere is wet and hot and the humidity makes me sweating even more.
The never ending Summer