So whether music or madness
We live by one of the two
By one of the two
So go on, fill your heart up with gladness
Not a moment too soon
Not a moment too soon
Should we ration the reasons
To the child to ignore?
Of this, I've never been sure
So I will follow the feeling
And sing fever to the form
Oh, to my fever to the form
Mm-mm-mmm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm
'Cause the very thing you're afraid, afraid of
It keeps you clean, but unclear
Clean, but unclear
It's the dirt that you're made, you're made of
And that's nothing to fear
No, it's nothing, my dear
But how do I know what you're thinking?
Maybe I thought it before
Maybe that's why I'm at your window
Hear me at your door
Singing, "Give me some more"
Oh, fever to the form
Won't you hear me at your door
Singing, "Give me some more"
'Cause you were never empty
And we've been here before
Yes, we have been here before
But now there's always plenty
Yet, still we ask for more
Singing fever to the form
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Mm-mm
