I have a fever that is you.
Feel my lips, look at their blue,
Touch my skin, how it burns too,
Hear my heart, how it pumps for you.
I have a fever; I have fallen ill.
You are the disease, baby, you are the pill.
A virus creeping under my skin,
Your love is sick, I want no cure.
Those hands, a balm to wounds unseen,
That smile, I find merely in dreams.
I have a fever; I hallucinate.
Contagious is that love, but lovely is this fate!
