Sam Roberts Band - Spring Fever Lyrics
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Spring Fever
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What Are The Lyrics For Spring Fever By Sam Roberts Band?
The river freed from the clutches of ice
The music of bees pollinates the light The future hangs on the roll of a dice The whisper of trees gives voice to the night I'm on my way Don't know where I'm going but I'm here today Rumors and lust do a dance on the breeze Easy conversations saying more than they need And a mouth full of dust makes it harder to breathe For all the medication but we still can't see We're on our way Don't know where we're going but we're here today We're on our way Don't know where we're going but we're here today Everybody's living underneath the covers Going off the deep end waiting for the summer I don't know the answer, I don't know the reason You become a dancer, I become a demon Always changing with the seasons I'm leaving home but I hope you know That I'll be back before the snows begin My soul as barren as the soil But I feel my blood begin to boil again Listen close and you'll hear the sound It's boiling up from the underground Spring fever, spring fever has a hold of this town The music of bees that was lost is found We're on our way Don't know where we're going but we're here today We're on our way Don't know where we're going but we're here today |
Who Wrote Spring Fever By Sam Roberts Band?
Sam Lewis Roberts
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What's The Duration Of The Spring Fever By Sam Roberts Band?The duration of Spring Fever is 5:15 minutes and seconds. |
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