Pretty love, wing of fire
Take the heat she leaves behind

And I raise to go high, higher
To catch the lights that cross the sky

Hold on, fever of my own
Hold on, fever of my own

Feel the hand like wind around me
See the skin, like smooth as ice

Far away upon the mountains
Like a bird is abound with desire

Hold on, fever of my own
Hold on, fever of my own

Oh oh oh, hold on, fever
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, hold on, fever

Oh oh, oh, hold on, fever
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Hold on, fever of my own
Hold on, fever of my own

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh
Hold oh oh, ah ah oh oh oh
Ah ah oh oh oh oh