XRISTXAN - Like a Fever (Melodic AfroHouse) (Slowed Reverb)

We fall, we fight.
Hands on your waist, pulse on my thumb.
Nobody rushing, the night plays gong.
We train our stories for one slow spin.
We trade the door for the world within.
Just a word, just a spell.
Deeper, where we drown so ever.
Never loud, always near.
My chest in your ear.
Deeper, deeper, deeper.