My Love Is A Fever - Over the Rhine

My love is a fever

My love is a fable

My love is jazz licks

Improvised by toddlers

Bold Ulysses by nursery rhyme

And firelight

My love is a metamorphosis

Reason cold logic

Intuitively speaking

My love is syncopated

Spoon-fed ignorant

Well-read

My love is singular

My love is commonplace

As a gravedigger’s own birthplace

My love is a medicine

Feeds the sick heals the poor

Turns up the volume on the blind

My word it’s a trip

Like a migraine

On a moving train

It parachutes aeroplanes

Watch it fly

Eyes soar hands clap

Ears ring it’s a sand trap

Hair raising amazing

Grey city transformations

As lips sink stomachs ache

Monkeys shine fire flies

Foxes trot hobs knob

Porches swing brains storm

Hearts attack and air supplies

Heads light tails spin

Steeples chase you along your chin

Rock slides

Out of the woods now

A virgin in buckskin

Moccasins tall thin

She plays your mandolin

So maudlin you begin to spin

Out of the woods now