washed up on lover s shore with fever way down low buried me in the sand with flowers in your hand don t let it show don t let it show the fever comes at night to our consequential lives buried the arrow deep disguised with tragedy don t let it show don t let it show up again because i was tripping over i was stumbling over my head in my head because i was tripping over i was stumbling over my head in my head don t let it show don t let it show