Fever To The Form

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?

Choose a child to ignore

Of this, I've never been sure

So I will follow the feeling

And sing fever to the form

All of my fever to the form

'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 nothin' to fear

No, it's nothin', my dear

But how do I know what you're thinkin'?

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've been here before

But now there's always plenty

Yet, still we ask for more, singing fever to the form