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Chorus Oh, in this fevered night I call your name, Soft as a secret, loud as the pulse in my veins. Every breath carries the scent of you, And the world narrows to the warmth of your hand.
Bridge If the dawn should come and steal this sweetness, Let memory keep this fervor intact. Even when distance draws its cold line, The ember stays — a glow that won’t die.
Verse 1 In the hot breeze of youth your shadow lingers, A tremor in the chest whenever you pass by. Moonlit hours burn like embers in my eyes, Your glance sets the evening’s hush alight.
Verse 2 Stars lean closer to listen to our silence, Palm to palm, time slows its weary feet. Words fall like petals, gentle and sincere, Promises bloom in the hush between heartbeats.
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Chorus Oh, in this fevered night I call your name, Soft as a secret, loud as the pulse in my veins. Every breath carries the scent of you, And the world narrows to the warmth of your hand.
Bridge If the dawn should come and steal this sweetness, Let memory keep this fervor intact. Even when distance draws its cold line, The ember stays — a glow that won’t die.
Verse 1 In the hot breeze of youth your shadow lingers, A tremor in the chest whenever you pass by. Moonlit hours burn like embers in my eyes, Your glance sets the evening’s hush alight.
Verse 2 Stars lean closer to listen to our silence, Palm to palm, time slows its weary feet. Words fall like petals, gentle and sincere, Promises bloom in the hush between heartbeats.
