歌词
A feeling that I get sometimes
A momentary lapse of my oversight
You find my eyes when the night is done
As I find the words just won’t come right this time
A fever in my blood type
Her sweat is still on my mind
A phenotype
A feeling that I get sometimes
A hairline fracture you can’t hide
I’m terrified
I wish that I could go back to the start
I wish that I could avoid where you are
The siren’s call is tearing me apart
A fever in my blood type
Her sweat is still on my mind
A phenotype
Now I fear that I’m losing my mind (A fever in my blood type)
Might break under the pressure, I’m terrified
I’d disappear if I could get out alive (Her sweat is still on my mind)
Might break under the pressure of losing my mind
A fever in my blood type
Her sweat is still on my mind
Written by: Michael Weston Yearout
