Fever Dream
Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 10:20 pm
Sometimes the secrets we don't even tell ourselves
sweating, cursing; they erupt in fever dreams
- maybe the house won't fall in on me tonight
- maybe the clown won't invade my dreams tonight
Inside your little head is a hidden room
and in that room are all the things that you hide from yourself
but in a fever dream that room explodes
a big bang, a big bang of the darkest part of you
Sometimes the secrets we don't even tell ourselves
sweating, cursing; they erupt in fever dreams
- maybe the ants won't devour my face tonight
- maybe the moon won't collide with us tonight
Inside your little head is a hidden room
and in that room are all the thing that you hide from yourself
but in a fever dream that room explodes
a big bang, a big bang of the darkest part of you
sweating, cursing; they erupt in fever dreams
- maybe the house won't fall in on me tonight
- maybe the clown won't invade my dreams tonight
Inside your little head is a hidden room
and in that room are all the things that you hide from yourself
but in a fever dream that room explodes
a big bang, a big bang of the darkest part of you
Sometimes the secrets we don't even tell ourselves
sweating, cursing; they erupt in fever dreams
- maybe the ants won't devour my face tonight
- maybe the moon won't collide with us tonight
Inside your little head is a hidden room
and in that room are all the thing that you hide from yourself
but in a fever dream that room explodes
a big bang, a big bang of the darkest part of you