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