The Forecast - Chicago lyrics

Never felt so warm in this room 80 degrees Still to warm for me, gotta get out now Someday, we will work it out There is no deafening tomorrow If today won't make a sound We're racing for forever Getting beaten with the past Kiss me now Make it last, let's make it Never felt so cold in this heart It breaks in the heat I melt between the sheets, I'm sorry You were right You opened up my eyes, Chicago Someday, we will figure out The winds that swept across Chicago Knocked us face first to the ground We just got past the goal line And we are starting back again Forget me now Make it fast, please make it fast