Fevered (Album Version) - The Stills
Written by：John Davenport/Eddie Cooley
Strange like skin
That I believe in
Stretches over bone
And smells like honey on the wind
All so strange
Can't remember
Where the heartache ends
And the fever it begins
Scenes of mary magdalena
Shakes her lovers bones
At all the demons in the window
All so strange
Dreams that haunt my bad
Heartache swells
And quickens near the end
And then slows down
It slows down
'Till I shut down
I won't try run
Strange like skin
That I believe in
It leaks out of the phone
And spills like
Honey from the window
Warm and strange
Can't remember
How the heartbreak mends
When the fever it remains
And I'm so down
So down
So down
So down
So down
So down
I lay down
And I won't try run