Nothing But Time

I felt a fever—it was on the rise.
I tried to be cool but she was outta sight.
She was the line that I just had to write.
She looked in my eyes, she said,
“I got your number, I know your sign,
and my frequency will creep up like a strawberry wine.
Unless you want to light up like the Fourth of July,
swallow your pride, know when to walk away.”

I really like the word “fever”, especially since a fever can be “on the rise” à la Credence's Bad Moon.
“Lit up like the Fourth” is favorite euphemism too. More of the list: blaze, burn, ember, flicker, flame, kindle, melt, scorch, smoke, smolder, torch...

Sound the alarm, I hit her trip wire.
We went to the top but then she took me higher.
I still remember the feeling by her, like I’d never fall.
She got me blinded by a deep desire,
she’d load up the charm and then she’d open fire.
That glittering “princess” on her tight top,
it should’ve said “liar”.

I'm not sure I understand the self-labeling shirts.

She’d confess to the crime, like she was only joking.
I saw that look on her face, I know that gun was smoking.
Someday I'll learn just how to do without her,
I got nothing but time to sit and think about her.

Sometimes the most effective denial is a weak confession.

I guess a photograph is nothing but a
sweet little lie, just like the wrong number
floating around inside a matchbook, in the back of my mind.
Well I caught her racin’ with a runaway train
the very same year I saw her shadow in the rain.
All the sudden, the way that I came closed up behind me.

There's something about the word “photograph”.

In most circumstances, you shouldn't see shadows in the rain.

She was on a first-name with J. Scott Howard.
I got an introduction, we talked for hours.
She’s knows the kinda people out there fightin’ the power,
I thought they were gone, once again I was wrong.
I heard ’em blasting on the megaphone,
“We've got you surrounded, time to let her go.”
It’s not the first time that I’ve been told
she’s the kinda trouble that I can’t control

Scott is an enigmatic person and genius songwriter from Tempe's Tramps & Thieves