Fever
fever
When the clocks strik
at last you gotta be in fever
I've gotta leave home to
when the last train's gone
We slide in the tattered town
and we float on the edge of tim
Screaming eyes and glowing feve
When the ghost of the town
rolls around in fever
And the sky spreads a hundred thousand tears
A dealer's mumbling
a prayer bells are jangling a hell off a lay
When bells ring out you find me in feve
Well, just keep on movin
the full moon tells you where to go
Well, just keep on moving
'cause the devil's never gonna say
you're wron
There's a poet with his poe
what a poor boy!
He's stumbling with his muse right beside
He offers his poem some win
his eyes have infernal shin
this fallen minstrel singing of feve
Heaving sin in my skin is shaking in fever
The fall in your arms gets hot
it's sweating love
We drift on the breath of the night
A million sighs in the pale yellow light
the need is begging for feve
Well, just keep on moving
The full moon tells you where to g
Well, just keep on moving
'cause the devil's never gonna say:
You're wrong
