Текст песни The Bed Is Made of Ice - Adriano Cintra

The bed is made of ice
Or is it fever?
You never burned so cold
Like this before
And the silence
It's not sexy
It's heavy and scary
The visions begin
And you close your eyes
They're all over your skin
So, so tactile
It's not silent no more
And the voices speak
And they merge to your thoughts
What is happening?
Now you're standing
Are you dreaming?
You look back at the bed
And there you are
Soaking wet
Shaking so bad
In burning fever
The visions begin
And you close your eyes
They're all over your skin
So, so tactile
It's not silent no more
And the voices speak
And they merge to your thoughts
What is happening?
The bed is made of ice.