Слова:
Stills The Fevered

that I believe in It stretches over bone and smells like honey on the wind Oh so strange I can't remember Where the heartache ends and the fever ache

and i'm leavin stretchs over bone and smells like honey on the wind oh so strange, i can't remember where the heartache ends and the fevered begins

veux du new style, style, style Des melodies qui te mettent high, high, high On te donne rendez-vous pour la dancehall time Reggae night fever c'est

an I.O.U. I could scarcely score my way... Oh! But I herald Apocalypse anyway! I was a prime believer in the faith of 'I': yellow fever in the cat's eye