Una Fiebre
Joe Vasconcellos
A Fever
Don't need to think, analyze, or question
Just let it flow, without sin and without fear
Like losing your mind, it's paid in the heart
It was what it was, a night of love, pure heat
You seemed so happy, you even swore love to me
And you had to leave... What happened to you?
Was it your song, maybe your face, it was
Your eyes, your gaze... it was your song
maybe your face, it was your eyes, your gaze
A fever, an obsession, a message from
the heart... maybe love...
Only left, the inspiration, a glass of rum
Your shirt in the corner, a bed to make
An immense void...
I can cry, I can suffer, I can die
You'll never know, someone will
Tell you and by then I'll be
Far from here...
Was it your song, maybe your face
It was your eyes, your gaze...
Was it your song, maybe your face
It was your eyes, your gaze...
A fever, an obsession, a message from the heart
maybe love...
