Fever
At our very core
With temperatures rising
I open the window more
Oh, water
Sweating from my glass
And pouring all around us
So I close the cellar's hatch
Oh fear
As this flood encircles me
Will I drown sleeping?
Under the attic's beams?
As it comes rushing in
I'm somewhere dreaming
Just hoping for the best
Hoping for the best
As it fills to the edge
I want to begin again
Just hoping for the best
Hoping for the best
Rootless
As I was before
My life caught downstream
Like a boat without an oar
Ashamed
That I didn't listen in
All the disregarded warnings
Oh, the foolishness of men
Oh yeah
(Oh yeah)
As it comes rushing in
I'm somewhere dreaming
Just hoping for the best
Hoping for the best
As it fills to the edge
I want to begin again
Just hoping for the best
Hoping for the best