Fever کے بول

Standing here And staring at you I can't leave this place I‘m stuck in this room You're standing there Feets on the floor I hope you won't be blown Out of the window Got me a fever Owe you plenty Now I'm holding on Got me a fever, now I'm ready Take me to the storm Got me a fever Owe you plenty Now I'm holding on Got me a fever, now I'm ready And it comes Frozen heart Starts beating fast I'm good alone Words becoming dust Keep in myself It will prevent But what I feel It's ambient It's ambient Got me a fever Owe you plenty Now I'm holding on Got me a fever, now I'm ready Take me to the storm Got me a fever Owe you plenty Now I'm holding on Got me a fever, now I'm ready And it comes And it comes And it comes And it comes And it comes Got me a fever Owe you plenty Now I'm holding on Got me fever, now I'm ready Take me to the storm Got me fever Owe you plenty Now I'm holding on Got me a fever, now I'm ready And it comes And it comes And it comes And it comes