Fever Dream Songtext
von Xerxes

And I sweat out your fever dream,
but it′s heat's still painted on me.
I wear you like a sketch of an incision,
a cut not deep enough to bleed.

If there′s an honest answer out there,
its that I've lingered too long.
The ghost of you I thought I knew for so long
was always gone.


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There's silence in my eyes, but there′s a heat in your heart.
I left my voice on the wind, it tore my words apart.
And pieces of this were best left scattered,
like the ashes of someone loved but lost.

And if I found it buried in the soil,
I wouldn′t dig for the purity.
Its a shallow grave
sometimes I think it's ready for what′s left of me.