Shiver

Warm like a southern evening and wild like a river after rain. Everything in this sound is movement: slow, viscous, with a slight hint of sin and madness. Love here is not about tenderness - it is like heat that is impossible to hide from. First it caresses, then it burns, and then it leaves a mark, like the sun on your skin.

The voice stretches low, almost a whisper, and it seems as if it is floating with the current, not trying to escape. Between the lines - tremors, smoke, the smell of wood after a thunderstorm. There is no beginning or end to this story, only a rhythm in which two people lose track of time and still hold on - too tightly to let go.