So whether music or madness To live by one of the two, By one of the two. Go on, fill your heart up with gladness! Not a moment too soon! Not a moment too soon! Should we ration the reasons To the charts that ignore Of this I've never been sure. So I will follow the feeling, And sing fever to the form, Only my fever to the form. Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm Cause the very thing you're afraid, afraid of It keeps you clean but unclear Clean but unclear. sponsored links Is the dirt that you're made, you're made of And that's nothing to fear No, it's nothing, my dear! How did I know what you're thinking? Maybe I thought it before! Maybe that's why I'm at your window Hear me at your door Singing give me some more Oh fever to the form Won't you hear me at your door? Singing give me some more! Cause you were never empty And we've been here before Yes, we've been here before But now there's always plenty Yet still we ask for more Singing fever to the form.