The Fever Of Those Years

The light will find those who never stop looking, that's what the tape sang

It's what you meant on that day with your hair in your face when you pulled on my sleeve, when you had me stay

You were all her I was the snake but it was me who was fed that day

You sat crossed legs, showed how a look could pierce veins

We walked home our own way, with our blood on my face, a little colour to a dark shade of grey

I guess that we've all had those years

Where cold cuts to the bone, heat brings fevers and tears

Turn those blue eyes and off whites into handshakes and half smiles

So we can step outside to both bathe in soft light

We'll both break from that smile

We'll both give under the weight of the thought of losing someone so young

Before she's old enough to even fall in love

To even realize she's changed the lives of everyone she's touched

As we lean on the hopes of a child

We've accepted the failure

Took our blood over wine

With a temperament, not so concerned with sin

It was the fever of those years that left us slack-jawed again

Take sides then we all fall this time

As life pours like smoke from a child's eyes

Some hope, some pray, we all think twice

About what it means to live by ones side