Lyrics Tom Cochrane – White Hot

Waiting by the shoreline
In Somalia for your reply
I need you to come see me
That’s no lie

I’m white hot
I can’t take it anymore
I’m white hot
By the Somalian shore
White hot
Yes I’m burning to the core
I need rain

Cast out from the jungle
With no rations or canteen
For selling faulty rifles
To the thieves in Tanzania

Adventures and misfortune
Nothing wagered, nothing gained
I have wandered through the desert
Found the ocean not the rain

I can remember the nights by the strand in Tripoli
We were so much cooler then
I had you and my poetry to protect me
We were so much younger then
I need rain

I’m white hot
I can’t take it anymore

I’m white hot
Yes I’m burning to the core
I need rain, I need rain, I need rain

I can remember the nights by the sea in Tripoli
We were so much colder then
I had you and my poetry to protect me
We were both soldiers then
Bolder then, colder then
I need rain, I need rain, I need rain
White hot
White hot…
Water