Because of you

It's because of you I feel more the cool
Beneinth the fan on the bed at night,

Then I smile thinking of you in Cairns.

How I read you had to shower in cold water

To fall asleep in the humidity you said

A knife can cut through.

You must be looking up from the bed at night 

To the fan,

Hands on your chest, hair tied back.

Maybe I could never deal with that, the heat

And the fact that I'm Southerner as they come.

You say your core temp shoots up

And that's why your used to sleeping 

With the ceiling fan going round

While I think, I just like the white noise.

How it saves me from listening to myself.