When the fever passes
At the bottom of
The cotton in the background

In the background of the flood
Dry among the wet and the rotten
When the fever passes

Next to the brimming well
The worst is more than over
And anyone can tell

When the fever passes
And we're all back in our nests
We'll be extravagant hosts instead of imposing guests

And all that you know of this is what you have heard
I'm not sure even the best of us
Can care all the time

When the fever passes
When we don't know what to do
We'll buy twice as many comforts

Just like we used to do
When the fever passes
When the fever clears

We'll look back on these quietly like they're someone else's years