Текст песни Fever - Heaven Street Seven

I get up early 'cause this fever drives me mad
Hunting a dream, colorless season like dry bread
It's over now, I'm pretty nice in the morning

Am I lost? Or am I rising?
All I have is slow surprising

Don't say it's springtime but don't talk about the winter
Try to make up your mind, get an angel part in a thriller
Last time I failed but now I will choose again

Who knows if I will lose again?
God knows if I will lose again

I get up early 'cause this fever drives me mad
Hunting a dream colorless season like dry bread
It's over now, I'm pretty nice in the morning

Am I lost? Or am I rising?
All I have is slow surprising