Fever

Quimby

Fever 
When the clocks strike
At last you gotta be in fever 
I've gotta leave home too
When the last train's gone 
We slide in the tattered town 
And we float on the edge of time
Screaming eyes and glowing fever
When the ghost of the town 
Rolls around in fever 
And the sky spreads a hundred thousand tears 
A dealer's mumbling 
A prayer bells are jangling a hell off a lay 
When bells ring out you find me in fever
Well, just keep on movin 
The full moon tells you where to go 
Well, just keep on moving 
'cause the devil's never gonna say:
You're wrong
There's a poet with his poem
What a poor boy! 
He's stumbling with his muse right beside 
He offers his poem some wine
His eyes have infernal shine
This fallen minstrel singing of fever
Heaving sin in my skin is shaking in fever 
The fall in your arms gets hot 
It's sweating love 
We drift on the breath of the night 
A million sighs in the pale yellow light 
The need is begging for fever
Well, just keep on moving 
The full moon tells you where to go
Well, just keep on moving 
'cause the devil's never gonna say: 
You're wrong