Fevered Skin歌词-Eddie Berman

Fevered Skin歌词由Eddie Berman演唱，出自专辑《Signal Fire》，下面是《Fevered Skin》完整版歌词！

Fevered Skin歌词完整版

On the cliffs of Monjunette

Salty air in every breath

We're half drunk and half awake

I wouldn't have it any other way

There may be cobalt skies in foreign lands

But there's wine stains all across our hands

And a wicked storm that’s rolling in

To come and cool our fevered skin

Come let me in

Come let me in

Come and cool our fevered skin

There's a master ‘neath the camphor tree

Who’s cooked for seven centuries

But we won’t need forks or knives tonight

Cause I'm a man of simple appetite

There’s well heeled folk with silken threads

Who lay all day on broken beds

But all our clothes are split and torn

We won't need them to keep us warm

Down on the floor

Down on the floor

We won't need them to keep us warm

Their festivals and funeral pyres

Are flames of the same desire

So give your hungry hand to me

And we’ll both burn out happily

Until that sun falls in the sea