Quimby - Fever Lyrics
feverWhen the clocks strikeat last you gotta be in feverI've gotta leave home toowhen the last train's goneWe slide in the tattered townand we float on the edge of timeScreaming eyes and glowing feverWhen the ghost of the townrolls around in feverAnd the sky spreads a hundred thousand tearsA dealer's mumblinga prayer bells are jangling a hell off a layWhen bells ring out you find me in feverWell, just keep on movinthe full moon tells you where to goWell, just keep on moving'cause the devil's never gonna say:you're wrongThere's a poet with his poemwhat a poor boy!He's stumbling with his muse right besideHe offers his poem some winehis eyes have infernal shinethis fallen minstrel singing of feverHeaving sin in my skin is shaking in feverThe fall in your arms gets hotit's sweating loveWe drift on the breath of the nightA million sighs in the pale yellow lightthe need is begging for feverWell, just keep on movingThe full moon tells you where to goWell, just keep on moving'cause the devil's never gonna say:You're wrong
