No Fever...

If it’s neither cold nor hot
If it’s neither cold nor hot
Just a forgettable parking lot
That’s not love –
That’s not love –
that’s a status report
(keep your climate resort)

You say you’re comfortable, like Sunday shoes
A lukewarm current with nothing to lose
I check the mirror – my pupils stay the same size
No red alert, no glitter in my disguise (Ice, ice)

Some settle for a whisper, maybe…
But I need the thunder, baby.

If it’s neither cold nor hot
If it’s neither cold nor hot
Just a forgettable parking lot
That’s not love –
That’s not love –
 that’s a status report
(keep your climate resort)

You say “stable” like it’s a trophy on the shelf
But I’d rather crash and forgive myself
Give me the awkward, the messy, the loud
The kind of crazy that stands out in a crowd

Some settle for a whisper, maybe…
But I need the thunder, baby.

If it’s neither cold nor hot
If it’s neither cold nor hot
Just a forgettable parking lot
That’s not love –
That’s not love –
 that’s a status report
(keep your climate resort)

What’s the sign?
(No smoke, no burn)
What’s the crime?
(Expecting your turn)
To feel something real
(Not a promo deal)
A broken thermo knows how to feel

No fever… no flame…
No fever… no flame…
That’s a nickname, not a name…
That’s not love –
That’s not love…
 just a story untold…
(That’s a footnote without a soul...)