T. Zakharova - Silver Chain

You pull me close
Then lock the door
I feel the fire
Begging for more
You touch my skin like a warning sign
A little danger, a little divine
Your shadow moves when the lights go low
And every silence starts to glow
You wear your pain like a silver chain
Cold in the dark, but it feels like flame
We say nothing, but the room still knows
How fast the tension starts to grow