Fever

The bright lights, the red room The lipstick, the perfume The romance, the friction The silence, the fiction It's Russian roulette around the arcades With the hyponosis girls on their jack-knife parades If this fever can kill then I don't have much time But I won't stop until I have made you mine The night sky, all sapphire The airwaves, like barbed wire The violence, synthetic The crossfire, magnetic And nobody knows these pleasures I've seen And no one that cares will know where we've been If this fever can kill then I don't have much time But I won't stop until I have made you mine --- As your heart skips a beat and you're out on your own And you're knocked off your feet and your senses are blown If it takes me all night to get through to you Then I'll stand up and fight if it's what I should do If this fever can kill then we don't have much time And if time could stand still I could have made you mine