Chemicals

It sounds like a club dream on the verge of reality: sometimes the music dissolves into your breath, sometimes the rhythm squeezes your chest like a pulse beating in your temples. The words scatter in fragments, but the meaning is simple - there is only the heat of the moment, that very ‘heat’ from which there is no escape.

There is no rush in the song, but there is a constant build-up: from a light whisper to the sensation of flight, when gravity loses its power. Everything revolves around a touch that turns chaos into order and the noise of thoughts into dance. The irony is that nothing special seems to be said, but everything has already been said: one word, repeated over and over again, is enough for the body to remember what it means to burn.