Something Came Over Me

Something's coming over me

Got cabin fever, now i can't see

I feel hot, i feel cold

I'd tell you why, but i'm not that bold

There's a scratch on my cheek

I feel faint but never weak

When you're near

I'm seeing visions, they're just not so clear

But you're coming through in stereo sound

And summer's creeping up slowly

We're gonna let the good times, let the good times toll

Well let me ask your advice:

If i fall once will i fall twice, out of control?

I wanna know

'cause i want you to hear now,

I want you here now,

'cause you're coming through in stereo sound

Summer's creeping up slowly

We're gonna let the good times, let the good times toll

You were always headed down the wrong path

But you'll be back around

Summer's creeping up slowly

We're gonna let the good times, let the good times roll