It’s close! Like a fever, a fever it grows
If you ever had heart you’d let me go
Eyes closed, lucid dreaming, the feeling it cloaks 
Lying dormant in the dark - I’m in it now

It’s close! Like a fever, a fever it grows
In the mirror the face was not my own
I froze, the picture rolls on my pillow
Trapped behind my eyelids – I’m in it now

And it howls out, it howls out, it howls out, it howls out your name 
And It howls out, it howls out, it howls out, it howls out your name 

I’ve got fear on the coast, fear on the coast
I can’t move outside the bedposts for fear of hope

A Fever, A Fever

The harsh light of wasted days
Pours on the beggars and the waves	
Through the cracks in the zips
The sun rips heavy eyes awake

As the panic grips his lips
He cages all secrets
I fall into myself like a blackhole that will never give out

Heartstrings tied
A timeless fight
To lose the bats tangled upstairs
Nine deadly sins
Blackest sky spinning
Cold, cold sweats
And vanishing phantom banquets

It’s alive! Your side bites tight
A cold shiver running down your spine
You echo seaside lies  
But can’t shake the wires working your mind

Two sparks in the homeless underpass
A duvet of saucy seaside postcards
Shattered hopes, a toothless grin, nights on neat gin

Heartstrings tied
A timeless fight
To lose the bats tangled upstairs
Nine deadly sins
Blackest sky spinning
Cold, cold sweats
And vanishing phantom banquets

It’s alive! Your side bites tight
A cold shiver running down your spine
You echo seaside lies  
But can’t shake the wires working your mind

Beggars & Waves

visit www.lightsgoblue.com for more information.

Missiles (LightsGoBlue Remix)

I’m holding fire, as I feel you close to me
I walk a wire, but you can’t feel my pulse as it beats

It’s unnatural to let you go
And I feel my heart grow cold
Oooo feels unnatural to let you go
And I feel my heart grow cold

Bubbles rise up
Like tiny missiles homing in on you
But I’ll stay quiet
And lose myself in the room

It’s unnatural to let you go
And I feel my heart grow cold
Oooo feels unnatural to let you go
And see those missiles slow

Missiles

Sabretooth Dream are six-strong glistening guitar pop from the South Coast. Since the turn of the decade they have been winning hearts and making waves with their shimmering bedroom-produced recordings and infectious live performances.

“Polishing late-80s dream pop, appropriately enough, until it gleams and beams. Their affability might mark them down as pussycats, but they're something of a wild card indeed…” (The Fly)

Everything we make is free. Special thanks to Alex Wordsworth (eMasters) for mixing/mastering and LightsGoBlue for a magnificent remix of "Missiles".

Live videos available here
www.youtube.com/user/sabretoothdream
