Fever
Robert Hazard
Pretty love, wing of fire
Take the heat she leaves behind
And I raise to go high, higher
To catch the lights that cross the sky
Hold on, fever of my own
Hold on, fever of my own
Feel the hand like wind around me
See the skin, like smooth as ice
Far away upon the mountains
Like a bird is abound with desire
Hold on, fever of my own
Hold on, fever of my own
Oh oh oh, hold on, fever
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, hold on, fever
Oh oh, oh, hold on, fever
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Hold on, fever of my own
Hold on, fever of my own
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh
Hold oh oh, ah ah oh oh oh
Ah ah oh oh oh oh