Fever Dream

Fever Dream - Ben Watt

Written by：Ben Watt

I woke up at four from a fever dream

Where are the days when we floated out of time

You close a door do you close the heart

All the stuff I feared that we were never getting to

Like feathers in the road black with rain

All the years are stuck to the years before

What we are is what we were

So I can't go back no I can't go back anymore

And the night lies on the land

I feel the shifting of the seasons

The death of an old idea

Yet my days feel out of hand

Favouring you for something

When I should be out there

Changing how I feel about you

Changing how I feel about you

I woke up at four from a fever dream

You were watching me from a darkened door

What we were is what we are

But I can't go back no I can't go back anymore

And the night lies on the land

I feel the shifting of the seasons

The death of an old idea

Yet my days feel out of hand

Picturing you as something

When I should be out there

Changing what I feel about you

Changing what I feel about you

Changing what I feel about you

Changing what I feel about you