Alice is sitting in the garden,
and she wants the cool wind in her hair.
She got the waves and bite the dust blues
and let some fresh air get into her hair.
Every time I
see the signs like a river ready to bust,
she says,
hold up,
I don't want to stop till the river,
river runs out.
And I don't know where I'm going.
I don't know where the road is gonna lead tonight.
It's like a breath of new life.
I've got a new blood pumping in my veins tonight,
and I don't know if it's showing.
But I'm feeling pretty good tonight.
I'm a victim of love.
I've got a fever tonight.
In the back of my mind,
I've seen a hundred times.
She's done it all before.
Takes a lot to get that blue blood flowing,
but when it does,
it just goes on and on and on and on.
Her head is aching,
her heart is racing like it's running out of control.
She says,
that's a madness that leaves me helpless,
and it's thrilling me down to the bone.
And I don't know where I'm going.
Don't know where the road is gonna lead tonight.
Like a breath of new life.
Blood, a new blood pumping in my veins tonight.
And I don't know if it's showing.
But I'm feeling pretty good tonight.
I'm a victim of love.
I've got a fever tonight.
I'm a victim of love.
So
we drove up the road
into the night.
The air was cold, but the fever was hot.
And she drove me through the dark and into the light.
Into the light.
And I don't know where I'm going.
Don't know where the road is gonna lead tonight.
Like a breath of new life.
Blood, a new blood pumping in my veins tonight.
And I don't know if it's showing.
But I'm feeling pretty good tonight.
Like a breath of new life.
Blood, a new blood pumping in my veins tonight.
And I don't know if it's showing.
I'm a victim of love.
I've got a fever tonight.
I'm a victim of love.
I've got a fever tonight.
I'm a victim of love.