Paul Kintzing - Feverhead lyrics

Put your fingers in the edges of my eyes If I've been lost to the self that I defined And the coldness that you hold will be encompa**ed by the whole Bring my fever down and I will feel alright This hollow way of mine Is always creeping up behind Who I hope to hold and welcome into me But I know better than to hope For some everlasting whole I will hold my arms out graciously and blind