Texty: Kevin Devine. Fever Moon (Demo).

you're hot fog
i can feel you and you're not far off
i can taste you and you're what i want
but i can't know you when your in my arms

you're burnt sky
a fever moon that makes the sun jealous of night
your lava lips put forth branding iron eyes
fix them on to me and bring me back to life

you're quicksand
a work and fight would just sink deeper in the end
and every morning say i won't get stuck again
but by nightfall, baby, here i always am

you tie myself in knots
you come and shake me loose
i'm bound up in you
we push till your through
lit up with proof

i bite your belly soft
you make maps on my back
you blockade the door
i sink to your floor
get ready for war

you're hot fog
the bad decision that i lie here waiting on
staring down your next mistake can take so long
when i hear your footsteps
babe, i don't care that it's wrong