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 she came singing 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 riding high (high) on the whiplash Head back Blowing through the leaves Growing 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 nearing it Can't feed the fever yet I'm saving up my daily measurement I'm at the grocery store I'm buying eggs and toast I'm looking at you and not where I walk, 'bout broke my nose facing doors Don't let the fever get you Got got already Lost my soul in the seventh heaven making out on aisle eleven Spent my summer riding high (high) on the whiplash Head back Blowing through the leaves Growing up a preacher was always just a dream All you ever needed were lines you could believe Sing 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 me 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