Fever

[Verse 1]
She was beautiful even when she was sick,
Even when fever blush played upon her face.
I think she never really aged a bit —
Always looks 18: today, tomorrow, any time or place.

[Verse 2]
Her fragile shoulders framed by falling locks,
Long, flowing hair of chestnut brown.
And if I could, I'd wrap her in my arms,
Lift her up and carry her right out of town.

[Chorus]
Fever burning 39.9,
But in your eyes a different light.
Was it real or just a dream of mine?
You're the fever I don't want to fight.

[Verse 3]
Her gaze is sometimes cryptic, sometimes deep,
Sometimes tired, sometimes glowing bright with joy.
But it's always steady, sure of itself —
Even in her weakest moments, nothing can destroy.

[Verse 4]
She's tender, she's desired through and through,
Though once in a while she's angry, nervous, mad.
Her soul is deep — incredible, it's true!
And if she loves you, she will never treat you bad.

[Chorus]
Fever burning 39.9,
But in your eyes a different light.
Was it real or just a dream of mine?
You're the fever I don't want to fight.

[Verse 5]
I opened my eyes, turned around,
But she wasn't there beside me.
Upset, I jolted up —
Life turned back to the usual agony.

[Verse 6]
39.9 — oh gods, did I just dream her?
I shifted once again — headache, aching hands, legs weaker.

[Chorus]
Fever burning 39.9,
But in your eyes a different light.
Was it real or just a dream of mine?
You're the fever I don't want to fight.

[Outro]
I opened my eyes. Ceiling. Pills. The same four walls.
But I swear I saw her shadow moving down the halls.
I'm not sad anymore — just empty, cold, and still.
She only lives where the fever burns. And I always will.

[Chorus]
Fever burning 39.9,
But in your eyes a different light.
Was it real or just a dream of mine?
You're the fever I don't want to fight.

[Chorus]
Fever burning 39.9,
But in your eyes a different light.
Was it real or just a dream of mine?
You're the fever I don't want to fight.