The luxury sheets on a motel bed Joshua tree, in the passenger seat And it is what it isn't And I've been seeing visions Cool me down Choke me down You were the hottest summer of record That I can remember What a beautiful place to burn Got me caught up in the headlights You were the hottest summer of record That I can remember What a beautiful place to burn Got me fucked up in the head like (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)