Pretty love, wing of fire Take the heat she leaves behind And I raise to go high, higher To catch the lights that cross the sky Hold on, fever of my own Hold on, fever of my own Feel the hand like wind around me See the skin, like smooth as ice Far away upon the mountains Like a bird is abound with desire Hold on, fever of my own Hold on, fever of my own Oh oh oh, hold on, fever Oh oh oh oh oh oh, hold on, fever Oh oh, oh, hold on, fever Oh, oh, oh, oh Hold on, fever of my own Hold on, fever of my own Oh oh oh, oh oh oh Oh oh oh, oh oh Hold oh oh, ah ah oh oh oh Ah ah oh oh oh oh