Fever Pitch

Hallelujah!

The young king sings a song for the lover

The leaver, the lonely alike

Young love waits

If I can't, then I'll meet you at the gate of Saint Peter

When the fever takes my mind

My God, she came singing my name

Sounded like rain on the mountain where I burn alive

Young flame burn soft as a candle

Lit between our two hearts just beats apart in the dark

Spent my summer riding high on the whiplash

Head back, blowing through the leaves

Growing up a preacher was all you ever dreamed

I got the holy roll

I got the holy roll

I felt the fever grip when I needed it close, and

I'm at the Fever Pitch

Not quite but nearing it

Can't feed the fever yet

I'm saving up my daily measurement

I'm at the grocery store

I'm buying eggs and toast

I'm looking at you and not where I walk

'Bout broke my nose facing doors

Don't let the fever get you

Got got already

Lost my soul in the seventh heaven

Making out on aisle eleven

Spent my summer riding high on the whiplash

Head back, blowing through the leaves

Growing up a preacher was always just a dream

All you ever needed were lines you could believe

Sing them to me sweetly

Only just a dream

Well, I know you can't walk

With them heels in the dark

Kick 'em off

Let's talk

Let me get to know you

Well I don't know nothin'

But I'm quick pickin' up and

I think I could get you in a minute or two

Yeah if I could get a minute

Four, five at the limit

I think I might make you

Smile after dinner

Kick me under the table

I think that's my in

And I think I came for that

What comes with it?

Let it simmer

Let it simmer

Simmer down, please

I got the holy roll

I got the holy roll

I felt the fever grip me when I needed it most

Thank the Lord

I'm at the Fever Pitch now

I'm at the Fever Pitch

Not quite but nearly there

I mean it, man!