Spiritual Fever.
Wicked thoughts dancing
a dark romancing
of a twisted urge that's
slowly breaking me
but you're just testing me
watching me
listening, asking questions,
measuring reactions,
poking at invisible things
to acertain their shape and position
with your eyes and words,
and with desire I burn
and with fear I grow frigid
left in a spiritual fever,
a chaotic, perpetual oscillation,
treading the line between small talk
and penetrating conversation,
toying with an unmanifest, forbidden situation,
but I'm scared of this yearning,
so I change the station.
Wicked thoughts dancing
a dark romancing
of a twisted urge that's
slowly breaking me
but you're just testing me
watching me
listening, asking questions,
measuring reactions,
poking at invisible things
to acertain their shape and position
with your eyes and words,
and with desire I burn
and with fear I grow frigid
left in a spiritual fever,
a chaotic, perpetual oscillation,
treading the line between small talk
and penetrating conversation,
toying with an unmanifest, forbidden situation,
but I'm scared of this yearning,
so I change the station.
