There's Fever In Her Song

"I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
and love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Halleluiah"

open your eyes into the night
she’s just an ill and wilted sight
and those eyes are only holy blue
against pale and fading
backdrop dew

thinking now
of St. Jerome
and the river water
in Jeff’s throat
she just needs someone
to take her home
this day

don’t look to find what’ll make you right
in her
it’s all imagination
light
and a tired tear
to tare down in the morning

there was a girl in there somewhere
she thought she was found
but it’s nowhere
now all you know
is just a hole
to fall in

"And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
it’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Halleluiah"