Where Has It Gone

A photograph of your silhouette

black shadow framed in perfec light

a final fragment of memory

the parting gift I claimed as mine

when trumpets called the cavalry

you started to draw battle lines

who knew why

Where has the fever gone

you were once soft and warm

skin should not be like stone

tell me where I went wrong

It´s always something I never knew

a question I had carried long

the radio transmitted frequency

to tell the world of what went wrong

I didn´t know, I stood in the room

and tried to be strong under fire

I felt like a bird on a wire

I must confess I do not know what happenned

I must confess I do not know

where we went wrong

Where has the fever gone

you were once soft and warm

skin should not be like stone

tell me where I went wrong

Where has the fever gone

you were once soft and warm

skin should not be like stone

tell me where I went wrong