The Fever Songtext

Step out into the fresh air found in the night
Observing the crowds as they form the familiar scene
And the quickening of their movement starts you along
The passionate mouve that you hear then
The vagrants and their witching that you must digest
And the affected eye sores and sex trade and those in protest
And the play on words lit by a stobe effect
And the passionate mouve
And suspicion indirect
The passionate mouve