The Stills - Fevered lyrics

Strange like skin That I believe in It stretches over bone And smells like honey on the wind All so strange I can't remember Where the heartache ends And the fever it begins Scenes of Mary Magdalena Who shakes her lovers bones At all the demons in the window All so strange The dreams that haunt my bad The heartache swells and quickens near the end And then slows down It slows down Till I shut down, I won't try to run Strange like skin That I believe in It leaks out of the phone And spills like Honey from the window Warm and strange I can't remember How the heartbreak mends When the fever it remains And I'm so down, So down So down And I lay down And I won't try to run