Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Circuits of Fever, artist - Thursday. Date of issue: 13.09.2009
Song language: English
Circuits of Fever |
| You are my blanked out pages |
| All the wasted spaces |
| The old weapons vanished |
| Spit blood at dawn, closed forever |
| You’re an ivory icon |
| Held in glass, captive |
| You’re a falling column |
| Sharp little teeth kiss goodnight |
| (He was upside down and drifting in an endless ocean of night) |
| (The terror came in waves, each one pushing him further from the shore) |
| You are a fractured mirror |
| Silver paper in the wind |
| A desperate measure |
| Sharp little circuits of fever |
| I can feel the unslept hours |
| See all the traces |
| I can hear the ticking of clocks |
| Old record running down |
| You can’t replace it |
| You get distracted by the sound |
| (He hears an ocean in the dial tone) |
| (Every night, after the sleeping pill goes down) |
| (He wants to believe that he doesn’t exist) |
| (He's everywhere and he’s nowhere all at once) |
| We’ll fill the blanked out page |
| We’ll burn the traces |
| We’ll turn the unslept hours to days |
| Old record running down |
| We’ll flip it over and sing the songs |
| We’ve never heard |
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