Fevered - The Stills

Strange like skin

That I believe in

It stretches over bone

And smells like honey on the wind

All so strange

I can’t remember

Where the heartache ends

And the fever it begins

Scenes of Mary Magdalena

Who shakes her lovers bones

At all the demons in the window

All so strange

The dreams that haunt my bad

The heartache swells

and quickens near the end

And then slows down

It slows down

Till I shut down,

I won’t try to run

Strange like skin

That I believe in

It leaks out of the phone

And spills like

Honey from the window

Warm and strange

I can’t remember

How the heartbreak mends

When the fever it remains

And I’m so down,

So down

So down

And I lay down

And I won’t try to run