Track 1 of the album Corazón de Domingo · 2018
Heatwave Siesta Hush
by Max Solano
“Even the pigeons give up in this heat, so I wrote a song for lying very still. The horns are barely awake.”
soul-pop · soul-pop · hushed soul · 3:09
Lyrics
Shutters pulled down, the whole town is slow Even the pigeons are fanning their wings Ice in a glass makes a little song Sunlight is humming through the strings Nobody's rushing, nobody's calling The afternoon's a lazy melting thing Hush, hush, it's a heatwave siesta Close your eyes, let the cool come find us Hush, hush, let the ceiling fan sing Slow, slow, we don't have to do anything Hush, hush, it's a heatwave siesta Dream with me till the evening breeze arrives Bare feet on tiles that remember the shade Watermelon sweetness running down my wrist A neighbour's radio plays soft and far away Everything is gold and nothing is missed Nobody's rushing, nobody's calling The afternoon's a lazy melting thing Hush, hush, it's a heatwave siesta Close your eyes, let the cool come find us Hush, hush, let the ceiling fan sing Slow, slow, we don't have to do anything Hush, hush, it's a heatwave siesta Dream with me till the evening breeze arrives When the sun leans low and the shadows grow long We'll open the windows and sing one song But not yet, not yet, stay a little while Heavy-lidded and happy, I'm all smiles Hush, hush, it's a heatwave siesta Close your eyes, let the cool come find us Hush, hush, let the ceiling fan sing Slow, slow, we don't have to do anything Hush, hush, it's a heatwave siesta Dream with me till the evening breeze arrives Hush, hush, hush, hush Till the evening breeze arrives