Quimby Fever Lyrics

Fever Lyrics

fever 



When the clocks strike

at last you gotta be in fever


I've gotta leave home too

when the last train's gone 

We
slide in the tattered town 

and we float on the edge of time

Screaming eyes and glowing fever

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 fever

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 wrong

There's a poet
with his poem

what a poor boy! 

He's stumbling with his muse right
beside 

He offers his poem some wine

his eyes have infernal
shine

this fallen minstrel singing of fever

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 fever

Well, just keep on
moving 

The full moon tells you where to go

Well, just keep on
moving 

'cause the devil's never gonna say: 

You're wrong