Shivers

This isn't about love. It's about those moments when it feels like a light has been switched on inside you and your soul does a somersault. When you can taste strawberries on your lips, the back seat of the car is not a means of transport but a portal, and ‘until dawn’ is not a limitation but an invitation.

Here, every verse is like a 100% charge. No deep analysis, no complicated feelings. Just sparks, drive, and the desire for the party to never end. And if it does end, no problem, we'll turn it on again. And again. Until the speaker dies, or at least our legs do.