Fever - Branches

I wrestled with the mystery in the middle of the night

He called my name and He made everything all right

The light began to whisper from underneath the door

Making messes of the shadows that He’d occupied before

And the fever’s 'bout to

And the fever’s 'bout to break

And the fever’s 'bout to

And the fever’s 'bout to break

The light began to whisper from underneath the door

Making sense of all the shadows that He’d occupied before

The whisper’s growing louder as the shadows lose their words

The songs sound of nothingness with promises unheard

And the fever’s 'bout to

And the fever’s 'bout to break

And the fever’s 'bout to

And the fever’s 'bout to break

And the fever’s 'bout to

And the fever’s 'bout to break

And the fever’s 'bout to

And the fever’s 'bout to break

Death will not take us

Death will not take us

Death will not take us

Death will not take us

Death will not take us

Death will not take us

Death will not take us

Death will not take us