Fever To The Form

So whether music or madness We live by one of the two By one of the two So go on, fill your heart up with gladness Not a moment too soon Not a moment too soon Should we ration the reasons To the child to ignore? Of this, I've never been sure So I will follow the feeling And sing fever to the form Oh, to my fever to the form Mm-mm-mmm-mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm-mm 'Cause the very thing you're afraid, afraid of It keeps you clean, but unclear Clean, but unclear It's the dirt that you're made, you're made of And that's nothing to fear No, it's nothing, my dear But how do I know what you're thinking? Maybe I thought it before Maybe that's why I'm at your window Hear me at your door Singing, "Give me some more" Oh, fever to the form Won't you hear me at your door Singing, "Give me some more" 'Cause you were never empty And we've been here before Yes, we have been here before But now there's always plenty Yet, still we ask for more Singing fever to the form Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Mm-mm