Dub Fever
2011
Lets sit this one out
three full hours of passion
clear tunes of my night so proud
when my city danced in fashion
Eleven days later
Im yet clueless about this bliss
mail delivery failure from the operator
now I must cling to our first row kiss
Picturesque and sonic day dreams
prevent me from moving on
but the past is forever gone, it seems
so I cant get behind the sun
What I bestow is my intuition
What I get is by far the best
I drag on, lost in superstition
methinks though, its all a test
of how much love I can bear
of distant soul desire
My idealism, hoarse and fair,
will dissipate my fever for fire.
