Ever since you banged those palace drums, back in Catalonia, the past feels like a phobia drawn in lines. I should stay in weekdays, get things done. But heat and dark combine again. Heading for you now, crosstown. Every day. Remember why we must say. And if we ignore the heat. Can’t keep ourselves off the street. Since you taught us magic in the sun, the city bores our friends again. Things are going wrong without you. My head needs house crow for the carrion. The clarity is gone from me, all sense of mission too. Till you. Every day. Remember why we must say. And if we ignore the heat. Can’t keep ourselves off the street. Dab housing.