4.FEVER ARCHITECTURE

We built a room from pressure.

Then locked ourselves inside.

Doors with no walls around us.

Nowhere left to hide.

This

is our fever— architecture.

This is our fever architecture.

This is our fever architecture.

A stairway leading nowhere,

rising through the floor.

We argue in the hallway,

sleeping by the door.

The timber's getting shaky,

but we still build it high.

We make another promise underneath a heavy sky.

This is our fever—

architecture.

This is our fever

architecture.

This is our fever architecture.

The heat is trapped beneath the ceiling,

burning hot and fast.

I yell, you run,

we make up, hoping it will last.

The floors are unstable,

we are balancing on thread.

We live inside the stories and the things we never said.

Who designed the exit?

We removed it from the plan.

We built this house of danger...

escape it if you can.

This is our fever— architecture.

This is our fever architecture.

This is our fever

architecture.

This is our fever architecture.