[Joe Newman, of Alt-J]
As I lay lying to the limit of my chain
I stand and pivot a perfect circle
Mauve, midnight blue, brown, and purple
Your fading gift that remains
With a temperature of 103
That's the temperaturemy cheek can leave
G a s o l i n e
G a s o l i n e
G a s o l i n e
G a s o l i n e
Though my fever so captive for so long
Somersaults underwater
Or walking through the ground as lava
With a temperature of 103
That's the temperaturemy cheek can leave
Forgive and shut up ratchet it up once again
A soul now entered my fear monger
3 laden hounds lead in hunger
[?]
With a temperature of 103
The three beasts are released on me
See me run, they dance, I fall, we sing
See me run, they dance, I fall, we sing
Now although I know nothing is so
G a s o l i n e
See me run, they dance, I fall, we sing
See me run, they dance, I fall, we sing
Now although I know nothing is so
G a s o l i n e
G a s o l i n e
G a s o l i n e