Like a Fever (Как лихорадка)

And every breath hangs heavy in the air.
Deeper, you say it once, then deeper.
Like a plea, like a promise.
Deeper, in the dark, in the open.
Deeper, deeper, till we both get lost in it.
Glass on the table, ring of your drink.
Your hands talk louder than the words you think.
Smoke curls lazy, writing our fate.
We miss the moment, then arrive too late.