Letra de Feverhead

Put your fingers in the edges of my eyes
If I've been lost to the self that I defined
And the coldness that you hold will be encompassed by the whole
Bring my fever down and I will feel alright
This hollow way of mine
Is always creeping up behind
Who I hope to hold and welcome into me
But I know better than to hope
For some everlasting whole
I will hold my arms out graciously and blind