Feverhead

Lyrics
Put your fingers in the edges of my eyes If I've been lost to the self that I defined And the coldness that you hold will be encompassed by the whole Bring my fever down and I will feel alright This hollow way of mine Is always creeping up behind Who I hope to hold and welcome into me But I know better than to hope For some everlasting whole I will hold my arms out graciously and blind
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Credits
- Writers
- Paul Kintzing