Nick Mulvey - Fever to the form

So whether music or^F madness We live by one of the^Am two By one of the^G two So go on, fill your heart up with^F gladness Not a moment too^Am soon Not a moment too^G soon

Should we ration the^F reasons Choose a child to^Am ignore Of this I've never been^G sure So I will follow the^F feeling And sing fever to the^Am form All of my fever to the^G form

Cause the very thing you're a^Ffraid, afraid of It keeps you clean but^Am unclear Clean but^G unclear Is the dirt that you're ^Fmade, you're made of And that's nothing to^Am fear No, it's nothing my^G dear

But how do I know what you're^F thinking Maybe I thought it^Am before ^G Maybe that's why I'm at your^F window Hear me at your^Am door Singing give me some^G more

Oh fever to the^F form Won't you hear me at your^Am door Singing give me some^G more

Cause you were never^F empty And we've been here^Am before Yes, we've been here^G before And that was always^F plenty Yet still we ask for^Am more Singing fever to the^G form