Goths in hot weather, never reaching the shadeApologies to the Moody Blues, who never did anything to deserve this.
Our parasols lifted, but we're starting to fade
Mascara always covered these eyes before
Just how badly it's running, I can't say anymore
'Cos it's so hot, yes it's so hot, oh how it's so hot
Gazing at people, some hand in hand
Why I wear so much black, they can't understand
Some try to ask me, if I'm in a band
But we're just going to the beach, to play in the sand
And it's so hot, yes it's so hot
Oh how it's so hot, oh how it's so hot...