Fever Pitch

Hallelujah

The young king sings a song for the lover

The leaver, the lonely alike

Young love waits

If I can't, then I'll meet you at the gate of Saint Peter

When the fever takes my mind

My God, you came singin' my name

Sounded like rain on the mountain where I burn alive

Young flame burn soft as a candle lit

Between our two hearts, just beats apart in the dark

Spent my summer ridin' high

On the whiplash

Head back, blowin' through the leaves

Growin' up a preacher was all you ever dreamed

I got the holy roll

I got the holy roll

I felt the fever grip when I needed it close and

I'm at the fever pitch

Not quite, but nearin' it

Can't feed the fever yet, I'm savin' up my daily measurement

I'm at the grocery store

I'm buyin' eggs and toast

Lookin' at you and not where I walk

I broke my nose just facin' doors

Don't let the fever get you

Got God already

Lost my soul in the seventh heaven

Makin' out on aisle eleven

Spent my summer ridin' high

On the whiplash

Head back, blowin' through the leaves

Growin' up a preacher was always just a dream

All you ever needed were lines you could believe

Sang them to me sweetly

Only just a dream

Well, I know you can't walk with them heels in the dark

Kick 'em off, let's talk, let me get to know you

Well, I don't know nothin' but I'm quick pickin' up and

I think I could get you in a minute or two

Yeah, if I could get a minute, four, five at the limit

I think I might make you smile after dinner

Kick me under the table, I think that's my in

And I think I came for that, what comes with it?

Let it simmer, let it simmer

Simmer down, please

I got the holy roll

I got the holy roll

I felt the fever grip when I needed it most, thank the Lord

I'm at the fever pitch now

I'm at the fever pitch

Not quite, but nearly there

I mean it, man