Poltergeist from Quiet Men by Lausch

we’ve never had the chance to talk about it, I guess, we never will
you come into my house, turn off the lights and hand me the pill
I throw in a couple of good days, you throw in a couple of bad
the feather doesn’t move an inch, I guess what’s said is said

fever, it’s a fever dream
believer, I’m the believer

the hunger is stuck inside my bones
my tongue is dry, I see your smile
in the moment of silence, in the line of defense
all the bits and pieces come together and make sense

fever, it’s a fever dream, I’m the receiver
I can’t believe you pull me in
receiver, I won’t accept you pull me in

honey, all your sins are meaningless
I’m the saint and you’re the fool
breaking bones and trading souls since 1968
you’re no exception from the rule

fever dream, we’re in a fever dream
we’re all believers in this dream, we’re all receivers in the fever dream

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