Cold From Fever

The night sky and the city start blending
In silence and shadows
The bright lights and the crowds never tempt me
They miss the point

Can you tell me how I feel?
Can you tell me how I feel?

Down there it seems that everyone's psychic
And full of suggestions
Down there everyone's trying
To make their point

What about how I feel?
What about how I feel?

There are Lovers and Prophets
Witches and Bosses
Street Drunks, Strangers, Girls at the office
Talk shows with Klansmen, Palmists and Con Men
Therapists, Authors, Priests and the Lawmen

What about how I feel?
Can you tell me how I feel?

How could you know?
How could you know?