Rapture

The track is like a scene from a film that was never finished - it all started with a single glance, and then it just snowballed: your heart is pounding, your skin is thinner than paper, and inside it's August all year round.

No drama - just heat, caramel on the lips, and the certainty that next time it will all happen again. Because this is not just love, it's a state of being: barely breathing, barely thinking, barely living... in order to feel more intensely.